I'll hand you my heart on a string. Hold on tight, don't let it fly away.
Joe: You ask thee, how art thou been? Art fine I do. I bath in the most kingly of company...
Reinee: Yes, yes, indeed. May I be so bold, as to ask thou to gift me with more of thy poetic words?
Joe: Be you bold, be you not. Ask and you shall listen. From my lips I speak. And my tongue, ever so sweet with poetry. You shall hear words of kindness fall upon deaf men's ear. And with such kindness these works, they shall hear. Be not greedful, be not what it may. But sulk in works of love and beauty.
Joe: Doth thou indulge in my tongue?
Reinee: Bless me with another.
Joe: So hear you not. And listen you choose? Then open ears. And listen close. For you are not deaf, so you shall enjoy the sweetness of joyess songs. I speak, and sing not from my mouth, but from thine heart. So arc the moon in the sky, shall I sing to you. So you shall listen.
Reinee: Sing for me. I am to listen.
Joe: Then demand no longer. For I shall sing for thee. And sing I shall. Forever my tongue shall speak of words. Words to bless thee ears.
Reinee: Grace me, my Love, grace me. Care not for bitterness behind those words. Sing to me. Sing for me. My voracious heart demands thy grace.
Joe: Wilt thou speak till the mountain bow? Create anew of everything of old, will you? And sing for I, and angels shall join you in chorus... And with your voice, wilt the dead arise? You ask me why, And I reply,"Promise not to lose this one."
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