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Can someone clever ring the village bell,
Summon everyone to the village square.
Everyone should come to see the angel
I have tirelessly sought everywhere.
I have dreamt of this one day forever,
Waited patiently through the ages.
I am compelled she’s my problem solver,
The bright ink that will print my blank pages
In her smile I have disappeared,
I lost myself in her new radiance
My old heart has been rejuvenated,
At least I’ll harvest the fruit of patience.
Call the village priest to bring his oil,
Bring him, lest nemesis turns to spoil.
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