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Feb. 16th, 2006 10:28 amGood sir knight!
Willist thou not come to me and save me
From my wretched fate?
Am I to be left with
No hope of escape or happiness?
Good sir knight!
Where hast thou gone?
I weary of my constant waiting
And unwavering faith.
Good sir knight!
Am I blinded by my own naivette?
I fear that thine heart
Does not beat with mine own.
Good sir knight,
Where hast thou gone?
Perchance thou dost wait for me
Over the horizon on a great steed
Of white.
Shall I then be made to save myself?
Such bravery do I have in my breast?
Yes.
Willist thou not come to me and save me
From my wretched fate?
Am I to be left with
No hope of escape or happiness?
Good sir knight!
Where hast thou gone?
I weary of my constant waiting
And unwavering faith.
Good sir knight!
Am I blinded by my own naivette?
I fear that thine heart
Does not beat with mine own.
Good sir knight,
Where hast thou gone?
Perchance thou dost wait for me
Over the horizon on a great steed
Of white.
Shall I then be made to save myself?
Such bravery do I have in my breast?
Yes.