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You are so bright,
A fiery spark
In blackest night,
And in the dark,
A precious light
So to me hark:
I love you quite.
Since when I fell
Into this pit
Of makeshift hell,
My lack of wit
Could never spell
The truth of it:
I love you well.
Yet when I rue
My foolish heart,
I wish you too
Denied your part
Of what is due;
Despite its smart:
I love you true.
1995 or so

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