Do not despise me;
And hate me not.
For I know what will be will be
Whether I believe it or not
As a tender flower;
I did sprout in your garden.
And until this quest is over;
You will be my warden.
Never cease to watch over me;
Even in my utmost incredulity.
And let thy grace increase;
As I draw nigh to fathom your verity.
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