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Jul 2015
He comes for me
His eyes like the ocean below
And the sky above
He comes for me
A smile as bright as the sun and
Armor as bright as dawn itself
He comes for me
His hair a wheat color they say
He comes for me
If I climb in the dark for him
Will he wait in the stars for me my knight
I dream of the day he comes for me
At gracious speeds he may  
I dream of the day he comes for me
And says I have come for thee
Each passing day I wait in suspense
Will he come for me then
I see a thing in the distance
Has he come for me
He gathers closer I see his eyes as the sun cases him
A pricing blue I shall not forget
His hair a blonde no more than white
He looks at me
Is this my knight
His hair is right his eyes are blue he is in white he has the steed as black as the night
Then he turns away
And just as fast as he came
He disappears and never seen again
I slowly fill with sadness
With fear and frightful thoughts
He comes for me I know it
I wait silently
He comes
He comes for me
My knight.
Maatuika pahoja Snow
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