I sit here now alone with my thoughts, shivering, half-clad, under a moon, half-lit in the chill of an August evening. The darkness, save the slowly waxing moon and the buzz of the creatures nearby only serve to make more vivid to me how truly alone I am. More than anything on this moonlit night I yearn for she that will draw close to stay the shaking of my chilléd form; to stay the wither of my heart and hope; to stay by my side until the sun rises again.
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