Apollo
I never meant that much to you,
Though from Olympus' heights you came;
Yet I gave you my mortal love,
While you played your immortal game.
Although my heart I freely gave,
I never meant that much to you;
You wooed me with your golden harp
On fragrant grass 'neath skies of blue --
And when you scaled the heights once more,
Did you think I would slowly die?
I never meant that much to you --
So why do you now shake and sigh?
Oh, how the golden god has changed!
Your sun-kissed hair has lost its hue;
And I have wed a mortal man --
I never meant that much to you.
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