Waiting the hour which the bell strikes
he watches the clock eagerly
for soon she comes upon this night
to fill his world with joy and glee
she comes of darkness and is new to light
and few have seen this change
she comes at hours of the night
to soothe him as he is deranged
yet she has been the one so clear
and this she does not see
for it is she that has no need to fear,
'tis not her but truly me
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