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My Ears Are Open
I ask but one favor of you, my dear
Please think of me
Think of me when the azure sky departs from your life
Think of me when when tendrils of golden light
Curl around your eyes and hide your fear
Think of me when the gentle chords of evening's apex
Escort you into a soft dream for the night
Think of me when my words ring true
As long as they do not escape into the shadow of mal-cast light.