Lighthouse

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With sweat and blood and tears I chore,
Building walls and floor and roof and door.
Erecting a castle for my fair love to dwell,
And a throne to rule my heart so well.
A castle of stone to protect thereof,
And tapestries of gold to reflect her love.
Aloft in her tower to her window she'll go,
As a beacon of refuge she shines and glows.
Leading me to her through the fog of doubt,
Safely past the rocks as the tide rolls out.
O' beauty and grace fear not I implore,
You are not my prisoner, but I am yours.
The doors as you see have no lock nor key,
Come and go as you will but I pray, don't flee.
For this is no prison, but a shrine to my Lass,
Where I may kneel and adore you in a tearful mass.
My worship is my love this song is my praise.
Yet distance is my penance, 10,000 miles of haze.
Go to thy window sweet sun, and shine for me to see,
For I am coming my goddess, and in your arms I'll be free

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