Regarding my music,
My sweetheart wrote me a poem;
And so beautiful.

I fear it was lost,
forever lost or taken;
lost to both of us.

I recall some lines;
I remember its structure;
But not perfectly.

And I very well
recall how it made me feel,
long ago, in spring.

So I give my love
All that I now remember,
Within this sonnet:

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