My steed is strong and nimble
thy need is great and ample
Thou rake me with the bough
now splay me with your rowel
Rein me in, let me dream
feign would I so like to stream
Run with me across the sky
fun arrears in my eye
Softly I sing to you
Softly I bring to you
Hold tight in your turn
bold and fast is your stern
Now let it simmer in relief
Bow to thou in belief
Twinkle twinkle little star
tinkle high in your peignoir
High above the clouds you fly
sigh so deep you think you’ll die






Love, Lane

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