Shall fairness come Like a fog Creeping in only on Unseen moonlight nights Creating reverse images of daytime lushness Into midnight madness Oh fool That name I answer to Only recently Only reluctantly But what can we do? Can we only tell ourselves to try Willing fairness To favor us Or should we beckon Or should we retreat? Only the fog can tell What clouds our eyes But tonight, like all nights It merely tucks me into Bed and Kisses my dreaming self In a welcome and a recognition
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