Behind the bright,
And lowing eyes,
I see a soul,
Devoid of lies.
A great protector,
Of virtues true.
These pleasant folk,
With balanced view.
Not so unlike,
This pilgrim tale,
This merry bunch,
My stories hale.
I count aloud,
My blessings grand,
As into love,
They hold my hand.
And share together,
This loving way.
A friend forever,
To save the day.
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