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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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