When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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“Lord Protector?” she squeaked, “What the Goddess does that mean!”
“Lord Protector?” she squeaked, “What the Goddess does that mean!”