A Curtailed Waltz

Touching the light
Turning it off
Seasoning sight
Late little loft

Jumping in a ring
Knew not
Sought 
As mine
Danced on a string
Often
Off line

Spilt in the Sea
Nor true
Or 
Nor false
Is ours dear
To be
A curtailed waltz

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