To thee I vow
Ne'er old to die.
Please mark my words
Puffed 'cross the sky.
Bewinged, I'll soar
In ecstasy
O'er 'bove the birds,
My burdens freed.
Upon nightfall
I'll cast moonbeams,
Waltz betwixt worlds,
Enchant thy dreams.
This fear-charged clock
Shall cease to chime,
Yet love shall swirl
Us spheres through time.
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