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This soft gold light is only our beginning

Love, let us talk until this gold turns silver-

To other people this may not seem winning

And even no more than a bronze sliver.

This feeling is something more intrinsic-

Their views are sick and green; take no notice.

We two have been false, but this is no trick.

If they all were to go; you I would miss.

Alchemy comes simple to you, my only. Much too.

This witches brew comes easy to us, too. Only us.

‘Tis not a potion of love- mine is you.

There is reason for their raising a fuss-

If you are bronze, you are my bronze locket

Never fear, it is too late to stop it.

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