O there!
The dearest all
I will carve thee
In the image
Of my love
And inscribe
In silent form
A tale
To my cursor blink
And tap infinite
The softest touch
To my keyboard yet
For thy attention kind
Which will fathom thee
Sans substance
The effulge
Which I hold
In my cupped hands
The dearest all
I will carve thee
In the image
Of my love
And inscribe
In silent form
A tale
To my cursor blink
And tap infinite
The softest touch
To my keyboard yet
For thy attention kind
Which will fathom thee
Sans substance
The effulge
Which I hold
In my cupped hands
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