What life I see for youths, these two,
A boy, a wolf, finds ancient truths
That Ovid Naso did, see, find
And in finding removed rind.
But dove, the girl, that beautied one
Did escape the one with gun
But only such with help of wolf
Who found and wrapped the dove in wool.
This avoidance, this escape was
Not eternal; she met her fate.
As this beauty lived, nay, I say flourished,
With this girls death, I say, died courage
And nevermore shall hope employ
Her sovereign over me, this boy.
This boy has lived, his time, though short,
Was long enough for him to court
That one true lover, that life that lives,
And his one true dream that life, it gives,
And without that life he’s split
And so from his he does ragequit
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