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I was called black and silver

Out of gold of mine

I was called strange and still blur

Without remold of mine

I gave myself

And all that’s part of me

To arthur’s way of life

I was called with shouts and with purr

Older names of mine

I was called darling and cur

Of beloved of mine

I gave myself

And all that’s part of me

To arthur’s way of life

You are gone, but you left visions and spur

Your work is a mine

I’m just one palm tree between firs

That’s the end of mine

I gave myself

And all that’s part of me

I’m a little lost in time