I’ve tried to mend our stoneware lamp you broke
You fall upon the lamp.you want to die?
You looked so weak and sad, you never spoke
I’ve tried to mend the stoneware lamp you broke
From Walberswick we took the ferry boat
I liked still lifes, I draw and thus evoke.
Three years with grief I struggled and I tried
I’ve tried to mend this stoneware lamp you broke
You fell upon the lamp, it broke, you died.
To cut it short, the honeymoon was smoke
The fires of love are holy,red,unclothed
As I bent to help, our two hearts broke.
The broken lamp
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