JAR on the run, now! I will be there!

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(For my symbol of past oriented sorrow.)



Antarctic winter sky in your eyes
Where unfamiliar southern stars twinkle
Mellow face deep in neonatal green
Upon which your juvenile music's been
Bluely orchestral

Oh, precious are your smiley glances
So few they were to me
And ever so often I witness
Your fall to the ocean of silence

Seeing probability passed through my left
Your trimmed fringes I ruffled
Though the ones away they've fallen
Ceased the mischievous days of Olde

On the train of things I've missed
A voyager you are to be
The last time you Leave, I quietly wished
May the lost return to guide me
In some unnamed tomorrow
You shall not be the symbol

Of my southerly sorrow