Through my long and boring day
thoughts of him fill my mind...
I know that my affections won't stray
because throughout this, no fault I find...
I long for the moment we may reunite
and spend our time together again...
I desire our time alone, at night,
when we sip wine and talk at the King's Inn...
Yet, any place seems wonderful with him.
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