Eyes look into the well,
Tears run down from the eye;
The tower cracked and fell
From the quiet winter sky.
 
Under a midnight stone
Love was buried by thieves;
The robbed heart begs for a bone,
The damned rustle like leaves.
 
Face down in the flooded brook
With nothing more to say.
Lies One the soldiers took,
And spoiled and threw away.

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