A smiling, crouching shadow
Sings the sweetest lullaby-
Stooped, yet linked
In the night a thousand shades.
Only then, in the pool of light
Is it simple, just
As any love, found alone-
Mercy and truce.
The days are fooling,
The endless turning times
But the lightest cogs
In a turning, turning shift.
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