Realm Of Hugs Queen Garden's

Realm Of Hugs Awake, My heart, to be loved, Awake, Awake;

The Darkness silvers away, The morn doth break,

It leaps in the sky: Unrisen lustres slake

The o'ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, Awake!

She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee;

Her eyes already have sped the shaves that flee,

Already they match the path thy feet shall take:

Awake, O heart, to be loved, Awake, Awake!

By King Fire

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