But posted it on Twitter to bring over here because I liked the way it looked formatted this way.
Hello, lover. It's your day. You're waxing— Not quite full. I sing to you On this, your day. They try and call us Fools— Who write our love songs To the Lady— The Lady of the Night. Let them whisper! Let them scream! They'll never know delight! pic.twitter.com/GLJ2a3iPJe
Musings of the Mad 
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