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come away with me and kiss
the tender cheek of moonlit bliss
and wordless touch and silent sigh
aching pulse of midnight sky

awake but dreaming one by one
of winter moons and summer suns
the moments of clandestine heights
that mark the seasons of the night

daybreak wounds our perfect sleep:
I must stay, but you will leave.

as from the maiden with her knight
goes broken heart and candlelight
and echoes of a hope, a dream
he’ll whisper “come away with me”

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Ride like a knight. Write like a warrior.
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