yon stars doth fall
from velvety skies
Behold thee
yonder words
does't spake
Reveal to me
thy soul for sooth
perchance to dream
my true loves name
for he who doth
call'eth me,
my love...
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Alas this night, yon stars doth fall from velvety skies Behold thee yonder words does't spake Reveal to me thy soul for sooth perchance to dream my true loves name for he who doth call'eth me, my love...
Author notesoption: picture prompt A contest entry
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