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Sat moonlit drowned is he

To gaze upon the harshest force.

Lamenting his poor luck

And cursing his heart's lone desire.

A song he sings to night

To hurl his voice to somewhere else

Or someone near in thought.

With no path through he cries aloud

And begs for godly strength

To pass his wall and greet her then.

A being beyond all,

A force for love to govern all.

The End

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