sorrow is our master, cackling with laughter

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The One.

Who danced with me before now
Who joined me at the ship’s bow
Who held my frightened form still?
And now you say that you will
But in the years behind me,
Who ever cared to find me?
Who stayed me when the tears ran
And now you say that you can
Forgive my sad suspicion
But hear my admonition
None yet have hoped for rescue
And now you say that you do
Oh how I’ve wished past caring
That one might be so daring
And sail me to the next star
I almost think you are...

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