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A Knight's Voice |
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Tonight an angel spoke to me |
a smile upon his lips I did see. |
He gave to me a gift so rare |
The daring Knight with the piercing stare |
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His words were soft and very soothing, |
I swear to God the earth was moving. |
The tones were like a piece of art, |
The gallant Knight's voice had touched my heart. |
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And as I sleep and head to dreams, |
my mind on only him it seems, |
hands so tender slowly seek |
to rest upon the precious Knight's cheek. |
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I draw in close and hear the spell |
of a voice that rings true as a bell. |
I sigh with every heartfelt breat.... |
Then kneel in surrender at my dear Knight's feet. |
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