The tower is in the sky
thinking and wondering why
with a brand new flow
its where we sink below
the might or might not
will surly tie our knot
upon a floor so diligent
till the everlasting scent
a fox draws by my window
as the arrow leaves the bow
gone a whisper and a smile
when the walk is half a mile
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