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Dear Heart – don’t be afraid for me -

I’m not a probability.

It’s only Love that’s softly spreading.

Like the guests joined at our wedding -

A wondrous, human melting Pot

Of Wilde and child – we’ve got the lot.

The ebony, the ivory;

The special Song that’s you with me.

It’s just some naughty Nature growing –

Ponder at what she’s bestowing;

A warning of the Herd mistake

That followed footsteps of the Fake.

Stay on our Magic Carpet ride –

It’s better with you by my side.

For we must have our kismet kiss

And know and take Fate as she is.