#49407 - She returns to where I, a mortal, May never hope to go. Now our love finds its season, Our passions grow and bloom, Our wits are lost, our reason Flees from the tower room. A slave of love and longing My goddess now makes me, Enthralled and bound and wanting Never to be set free! My arms entwine and embrace her, Through all the hours of night, My eyes never cease to chase her As she rides the dawning light, Then through the mystic portal, Into the swirling photon flow.
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