Great-Grandmother read the leaves And said that you'd love me "The Long Forgotten Friend" open to page forty-three Abraxacatabax bless me and thee On Christ's grave grow three flowers Which bloom at every hour; The first is for the kind; The second calls the rule; The third heals all the bleeding and the wounds We've forbade Old Trotter Head From home and bedstead And bound him to the fence that binds the rolling hills I see your heart and star shine in our will You were born under a sign: A hex drawn so divine In purpose and meaning, by hands as old as time You're the heart and star scribed in those lines