Alates.

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I hear you now
You at my door
I hear your cries
At an early four.

 Sweet summer child,
You dare arrive
After long empty nights?
Knowing my pride,
You dare wait
To catch my sight?

 I could leave it ajar
And welcome you in.
For I know,
You wouldn't go too far
Before succumbing to sin.

 Oh thou had taught
Taught thy well.

 With a nod and smile
I'd rekindle that flame.
Rekindle that warmth
Against thy November night.
But hey,
When you jump the mile
To seek my light
You'd find oceans down
Just to drown your flight.


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