Empty and true

Empty and true
I cling to you, my love.
Devils be had that make claim to my
ever diverting and speed encircling mind,
yet rest, my soul, in this fair land.

Wander a mile
then a million miles more
for a pound extra made though
your life will suck poor

For what have got,
fair wind or shallow,
when the tide falls flat out
and you're left with a paddle?

Fair lady it's me,
resting here in your arms;
and I now sweet regress
into the infinite folds
of
your
love
for
me

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