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There’ll be times when you’ll
Yearn to catch a glimpse 
of me but even the hem 
Of my robe will become a 
mirage to you regardless 
Of your faith.

There’ll be moments when
The cold will consume you
And even the furs of your 
coat won’t ever keep you
Warm like I can.

These words were the pledge
Of my mind when summoned
by my intellect; pray that my
My mind would submit to my 
heart that still long for your