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Innocence
By Helen Russell

The virgin snow unbroken lay
Upon her lawn
She wept for purity the day
Regret was born
Honour gladly sacrificed
Till passion cloaked as love had died
How long, she wondered, would she mourn
That innocence, once prized
Had gone.

 

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