Were you but my familiar, charmed
A chain and cross for the Quietist
Oh Love, we will not suffer such
Were you a kept vigil, an owl in the barn?
Must keep the Peace, it don't take much
They may praise such New age heretics
Old words we feel familiar warmth,
Loving fewer Still we furious familists.
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