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Dilys, gloomy

At grated window, shadows shutter in
the dark of day arising near nightfall,

At grated window, shadows shutter in
the dark of day arising near nightfall,

Droddy, barred

and all I see here near the gutter is
a minstrel setting up his puppet stall.

and all I see here near the gutter is
a minstrel setting up his puppet stall.

Dilys, having a lie-down

Oblivious to me, no doubt, but I
do wish he’d sing a tune—at least hum it—
distract me from the truth. Imprisoned: why?
It’s for a crime she forced me to commit.

Oblivious to me, no doubt, but I
do wish he’d sing a tune—at least hum it—
distract me from the truth. Imprisoned: why?
It’s for a crime she forced me to commit.

Dilys memories

I’ll tell my story, I just need a minute.
My thoughts from scattered disarray I must collect.

I’ll tell my story, I just need a minute.
My thoughts from scattered disarray I must collect.

Dilys memories

My story’s order must be sorted, for within it
the way from start to end is not direct.

My story’s order must be sorted, for within it
the way from start to end is not direct.