Oh pretty lady with my words as you will
For daughter has judged them and spoke not ill
To gain her approval can be but a dream
But words to move her are now as they seem
T'is much for her my soul seeks free
In blessed relief the words come to me
Oh darkness I beg away a while
Time needed to put away the guile
For in this world I am needed still
For another's needs remain to fill
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