Admiration from Afar

             There, atop the highest tower

             Riddled with ivy so green,

             Open is thine window

             Unsure by whom thou art seen.

             Beside my hip my lute doth rest,

             Awaiting its time to play.

             Diligently I shall perform

             Orating my soul, my song

             Until I am by thine side,

             Right where I belong.

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