Immovable watcher,
a listener never seen.
My sort of lonely little mavourneeen.
Even the stars envy the brightness of his laugh
and the twinkling of his eyes,
forever warm and welcoming.
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Little Light
Immovable watcher,
a listener never seen.
My sort of lonely little mavourneeen.
Even the stars envy the brightness of his laugh
and the twinkling of his eyes,
forever warm and welcoming.
