O The Lord of Night,
Let there be no dawn, for
I have only darkness
To wear...
O gentle Zephyr,
Spare the heap of papers,
I have only those
To stitch my wedding suit...
Thou the drifting clouds
Do attend my wedding for
Thine is the only
Source of water to me...
Sun, the Lord of Light
Mock me not with heat
For hope is my fiancé
Who never lets me down...
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