West of the Moon
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	Dear bear, the way is long and I am cold.
	I only wished to see if it was so
	that you are not a bear, as mother told 
	me. Taking candles to our room, the glow
	of flame had shown she knew enchantment, but
	this indiscretion broke your trust.  Three drops 
	of tallow stained your shirt.  My bad faith cut
	our happy slumbers short, and no love stops 
	your pained retreat. But do beware this bride
	you found; she's fey and has no way with soap.
	She cannot clean that sullied shirt. I ride
	the shoulders of the wind, I only hope
	to reach your side before this bride can win,
	but bear, the way is long and I'm worn thin.