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Thou fairest locks of golden hair,
So soft the touch of beauteous desire.
A tuft brushed back off brow to bare
Thine own bright eyes doth light my fire.
The candles base in bluest blue
cannot compare to thy sweet gaze.
It fills me with substantial fuel,
my heart and mind are in a haze.
Thy countenance is art Skywalker.
Tis piteous and cruel I let time waste.
To taste your light and heat, a shocker,
so take me now in loves embrace.
Pray, learn to read my secret heart
Do not let fear make me depart.
