Can a crystal tiny opal
Born from hills and misty shade
Still preserve its most uncertain
Shine within a golden cage
On your neck with silky lining
And with creamy wedding dress?
Free from hope, my eyes aren't hiding
Signs of sorrow and distress.
I can't wish you happy years
With another loving man,
When the bride, all smiling, wears
Gift of magus made in vain.
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