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Sorry, I wasn´t there to help you

Beside the dames that gilded each bright noon,

When suddenly I fell into an valley,

Light as a yellow mountain of some mountain—

Laid her cold and pallid brow,

Hold her own breast in the balmy night,

Light as a yellow hair of yellow head,

Laid her on the cottage door,

Beside her young and radiant river—

Light as a spell in an ultimate night,

Unto the skies of Circassy—