Tonights the night, for each push upward I inch a step closer to seeing You again. It wasn't the jewels or the gold I craved tonight; it was the warmth of a familiar face. I'd heard whispers, seen fleeting glimpses of you in the town's plaza. Who’ve guessed you’d still be here, after all these years. I sit atop your window, seeing you… and smile. You know… it takes approximately 128 Cents of gold to by a grappling hook? I reckon my fingers are calloused from the climb though old friend…
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