It is morning, my love.
But, please, do not wake.
Do not rise from your deep, sweet sleep.
Stay folded behind the curtains of repose
And let them hide you from this new day.
It is raining, my love.
Can you hear it through the walls of your new room?
Does the sound of it play music upon the rich dark wood of your new home?
Does it echo in
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