The wind blew and carried the clouds
and upon the clouds a peacock vanished.
The peacock was destined for my hand,
the hand that will wither,
the hand that I gave this morning
to the king who came to marry.
Woe to the sky,
woe to the wind and to the clouds
that vanish with the peacock!
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edited February 14, 2000
by: PhoneBoy