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A form so eloquent need not shed a tear,.
or let another's hand stain with fear,
for I do await your trembling hand.
With gracious ear I listen for your song,
to hear with honesty what affords you wrong,
for I bid you warmth and care.
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa