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To the constant wing of tomorrow's flight,
Upon which
her wheel, Fortuna doth spin,
Bound both be we by what consequence might;
Allegiance from without, centred within.
Resident
close-in the womb of my heart,
Your duty to me, to give yourself whole.
To honour this gift, shall I e'er impart
Protection
to keep, whilst sadness console.
Tick though the clocks, they neither resound nor,
By their monotone, restrict our pleasure.
Forth
from this day will my love abound, for
You to flower, in limitless measure.
O'er Eternity's step Time's shadow falls,
Where
you and I climb, his progress to stall.
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