EPILOGUE: THE LOVERS

Languorous serendipity perchanc'd, 
Both held in love's trance. 
They wroth the lovers, 
In strife, hope and joy hovers. 
With her in his palms, 
And him to her a psalm. 
The psalm will in their hand lay, 
And both will in the curtain pray. 
Tom flew around to apprehend a berry,
He shook it mercilessly in hurry. 
Then the berry crocodile tears wither, 
Till tom beseech SEGMIN and again it sprout for him thither. 
         No longer in thoughts bed-ridden, 
         Their leaves are falling.
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