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In gentle doom, I wait for him to see
With eyes like Icarus' fall, honeyed wing
Barefoot, he twirls under stars bright and free
He is, my lover, that most precious thing
On my word, he is a creature of wealth
Made for fanning fires, for heady praise
He is, in truth, a God unto himself
And I fall at his feet in sighing daze
But my God— my love is weary of mind
Heavy in sleep, neither alive nor dead
When he is lost in dark waters unkind
I stand guard on the shore, here in our bed
Ne'er I doubt Freja wakes again for Spring
Aziraphale, come forth, hear your crow sing

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