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jordan says (2:25 PM): amy amy la fille de mes rêves / memories of your onyx hair through my heart weaves / it tangles and whispers sad knots in my veins / for it i can not now touch or smell brings me pains/ i clutch a hand to my breast/heave a sad wind of sigh to the west/ it is caught in a front and brought to your step/ where the last night i saw you is the place that i wept