Sir Knight of words

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To My Lady.

My lady of the midnight skies
with tender heart and starstruck eyes
I thinkest of ye by the moon
and hopest I returneth soon,

I pleasure thoughts of ye with me
below the lakeside willow tree
where fondest memories of love
between us both were spoke thereof,

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