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Princess of the Morning
Steed in my hand
I begin on my path.
I will seek her out
her scent, an angelic shout.
Air is cold, body shivering
my love though, ever delivering.
Can she be hiding,
in her chamber abiding?
A warm whisper in my ear
melting doubt, vanquishing fear.
Eye to eye, hand in hand
we dance in a magical land.
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