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by L. E. Evenston

Smothering the grass fresh under my feet,
For me it had come, and me it must greet.
Tiny white flowers, flags of surrender,
For me it came, for me to remember;
The Twilight that had stolen my Love.

Away from the spring of fresh and sweet life,
Lies for me a path opened by a fife.
Surrounded by the flags of surrender,
For me it came, for me to remember;
The twilight that had stolen my love.

A day in the life that isn't quite mine;
For me, the dark is the greatest divine.
With me holding the flags of surrender,
For me it came, for me to remember;
The Twilight that had stolen my Love

The surrender remembers the Flower;
The Twilight that had stolen my Love.