Oft I sit in the shadow of dark nights
Sprinkled softly with twinkling little lights
Would it not be heaven that you were here?
I would give all I have to have you here...
But duty calls at the beautiful gate
To heed the call of the Almighty is my fate
I love you to the moon and back
I'll go to the moon and back,
Twice, to reunite with you my queen
In a while, I shall tell all I have seen
The scarlet, purple, white and blue of the temple,
The favour that follows the simple...
My heart, my love, I'll be here soon...
For now, I dance to my Lord's tune...
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Edgar Allan Poe
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