To Janice.
Life is but a Shooting Star. So I burn brightly as across the heavens as I streak.
And upon my death feed the sweet earth beneath our feet.
And if by chance a fair maidens true wish upon me, I have choose to keep.
Among the Stars reborn again both you I shall surly meet.
For true love is the oxygen of both man and stars you see.
Feeding the fires of passion in our hearts to forge its scared key.
Once forged in the Stars now and forever you shall be with me.
The Druid King
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