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S t e w a r t R i c h a r d s

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My love is dark sometimes,
and at others bright.
She shifts and changes and rhymes
with my own darkness and light.
When I despair she lifts me up
when she is down I offer my cup
She seems close, then drifts away
often she doth go astray.
But dearly do I love her, as she doth me
nothing really matters when her I do see.
I pray to her, she gives me hope
and strength and courage enough to cope.
She is my shield and I her follower
so long as there is night I’ll ever worship her.