High On A Mantel

High on a mantel rose a moan

It came from an idol carved in bone;

"Oh, it's so lonesome here alone,

With no one near to love me."

A cautious smile came over the face

Of a pensive maid on a Grecian vase,

"Are you sure?" she said with charming grace,

"There's no one near to love you?"

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