When falls I upon my knee before my own true love, lays her hand on roughened cheek with touch like greeting dove. Replenish my tainted heart her words so soft in bearing, freshly born this ragged fool my daily fears now fading. Dare I not gaze in clear eyes for fear of stealing light, come take dream's finest hour remove my darkest nights. Is enough for me her presence be, Is enough be in her sight.
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