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My day had been long and weary
None is at fault nor do I blame
I was a hearth with cinders few
You ignited, kindled my flame
With thee I fell quickly in love
On the day thou camest first
You were a perpetual fountain
Quenching my dry and torrid thirst
I pray come thou to me in night
Thou shalt escape from the day with me
For thee I will attend the stars
And the moon thou chariot be
We shall cross the ebony sky
Leave the sea to crash upon land
If perchance I grow weak with fear
Comfort is the touch of your hand
For if thou dost refuse my heart
I beg you, cast me not away
Why persue that which shuns thee?
Pours from my lips a plea to stay
I pray come thou to me in night
Thou shalt escape from the day with me
For thee I will attend the stars
And the moon thou chariot be
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