As i know this wondrous thing,
I e'er tend to think on 't
I yearn to see it like spring
And it e'er comes up as blunt,
How now hither moves a gear,
Wherefore moves this blasted cog,
Somehow i am never here,
Always bemused in the fog,
It took this girl to spare me,
Her light like a flare for me,
I was saved from all this dark,
Because she chose to Love me
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