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Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks at the Dancers
| I found that ivory image there | | Dancing with her chosen youth, | | But when he wound her coal-black hair | | As though to strangle her, no scream | | Or bodily movement did I dare, | | Eyes under eyelids did so gleam; | | Love is like the lion’s tooth. | | | | | | When she, and though some said she played | | I said that she had danced
heart’s truth, | | Drew a knife to strike him dead, | | I could but leave him to his fate; | | For no matter what is
said | | They had all that had their hate; | | Love is like the lion’s tooth. | | | | | | Did he die or did she die? | | Seemed
to die or died they both? | | God be with the times when I | | Cared not a thraneen for what chanced | | So that I
had the limbs to try | | Such a dance as there was danced— | | Love is like the lion’s tooth. |
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By PanEris
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