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MUCH MORE!
Solitary night,
Lonely moon,
And I on a lonely hill.
First spell of real chill,
Felt everywhere,
I miss the warmth of her love.
How nice it would have been:
Her presence,
Would have scoffed at the dark gloom!
A man needs true love --
-- A woman's --
To defeat the stress of life.
Come O my beloved!
Come to me,
Let us beat the season's ploys.
Love is God's blessing,
You know that,
You are all that and much more!
