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How Softly....

I sleep, this..... night.

Lest a chill, upon my heart... 

Makes me, grow weary, and old.

Her majiks', cast.

.... It's spell.

While my prescience, casts only.

a.... shadow, for....

a....short time....

As come the dawn, I'm ....

no longer, hidden.

And who would know,

what honour is ?

In a time of deceit.

And

A, lovers lies.

Giajl © Jim Love