My Love

Whoever you are, my honey,
Come and find me, and we shall together
Be satisfied by food borne from this.
You shall sell, and I shall write,
And we both shall buy.
And what is mine is yours, and what is yours is mine
For we shall make it together.
Come find me speedily,
Lest I sleep the cruel sleep of death.
Make wings, and speedily come like an eagle
And revive my youth like Eagle's Wings.

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