The Pastor cried each time his Queen giggled
But his Queen laughed to solve the old riddle
It was dark for eyes but not for yielding limbs
So wise and so submissive in the wings
None could see the pouring rain and bright sun
But the feeling was there of duties done
This was before he slept like a baby
And she watched over the newborn HE
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