The sentry stands guard alone up on the tower,
Long tireless nights ever vigilant,
Like an eagle up high commanding a view,
His eyes focused on the shadowy figure moving in the distance.
Steady and broad yet gentle and graceful,
The familiar feeling of warmth comes intermittent,
Longing for its extended presence,
Yet wary of its source and origin.
"Like I'm Miss Wise Gal" we heard,
Oh yes we did not hear wrong.
The eye of the enemy is moving (0:07)
She is here (1:27)
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