La Belle Dame sans Amour

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He saw her pass by
Crossing with familiar rush
A figure moving in strobe

A tree stripped bare in the Fall
Like watercolor blotting badly
Rouge melting showing skin

Is that she? He asked
Surely, not she, he thought
There unmasked in stark light

He loved her truly
They all did, too
Who asked you? said she