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In my dark garden, with mists from the sea,
You are my rescuer, my fierce dark knight.
I run from you, yet I need your embrace.
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Then you catch me, I scream into the night.
We stand together, your arms around me.
Your face bends to mine and I wouldn't miss
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My long hair blows softly in the breeze,
Then, a hand sweetly caresses my hair.
"But if you only knew what I would do,
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(c)Krista M. H., 2002
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