My heart got a pension
As I served my service well
Together we made a vow
To my hoary bride above high
Twinkling the gaze of sky, that
My time is also very low
For the time-needle to grow, and
Will weave a celestial weave together
To orb thee with light and joy
None can be so tranquil, than
Those eyes so clear and bright
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