the eyes of Asher

In the night she walked alone,

the forelorn, grey-eyed Asher,

and stones, they tore the petticoats

and stockinged shins of Asher.

The snow, it fell,

so soft and white,

upon the head of Asher!

And oh, the wind,

it bit and wailed,

o'er the eyes of Asher!

She was born on winter's eve,

the sweet but forelorn Asher.

At summer's end, she found a love;

he called her "darling Asher."

Until autumn,

when all things die,

as well as lovely Asher!

She wanders still.

Alone, she wails,

and weeps--these eyes of Asher!

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