But I’d said
I with made
out the maid
and she bade
me to stay
(how I hate
William Blake)
sorry babe,
it’s for your sake
just a brake
then the fate
‘ll take a shape
like a cape
surround us –
like a cape
protect us –
like a cape
nothing will –
stop the fate
and you’ll know
I love you babe!
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