Let Us Give Thanks
The blossom does flutter for you my wife
And winter from around the corners call.
For Guinevere I give my heart, my life,
To live life sans love is not life at all.
The Lord doth give that is more than ample,
And all men can share in this wealth of love
For all eyes are we fortune’s example.
To our knees we sink for thanks to above.
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