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How many lovers' loves have I?
A thousand thousand 'till I die!
The voice of reason enters in--
Nay, good Frank, you have but one,
For more would be true mortal sin.
Cast off thy pale of judgment foul
And judge what lies beneath my cowl.
Everyman would say, "Shame on thee."
No man answers, "Thee hath no shame.
Sarah, faerie lover, come now to me.
Shoden, quickly now--lift up your wing,
And on your scaly back, to friend I sing,
Up with me, and Sarah too, far away
From man's madness of this world,
To find love's prize in magick way.
She who once thought to say, "No."
Says now, "To thee my soul does flow."
Your hand I'll hold or lose you truly,
And in a world of strangeness strange,
Gives me gift of cinnamon nectar freely.
Again, the Gods being truly good,
Gave gift of Wife, 'tis understood.
My heart now filled, is filled some more
With love and magick kingdom--
Now I know the truth of ancient lore.
Olden magick does reign supreme
For on each one a smile does beam.
Gladness good in hearts and souls,
Welcoming return of ancient warlock
From questing agony with evil trolls.
My quest is done, each prize secure.
My wards are cast--protecting pure
Each heart and soul within this land.
This tale told that they may know
Of my love's thanks for an adventure grand.
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