Such a cozening stone, blue in colour,
Blanketed with tempestuous weather.
The sun may shine upon your crisp visage
Or leave you frozen in your majesty.
I can feel the chilling air in my lungs
As I stare upon your great, great presence.
Tell me your story with efflorescence;
Keep my attention with a grand vigour.
I will listen with nothing but passion.
I will answer you with opulent grace.
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