An Autumn Love Cycle/Armor

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Armor
You cannot hurt me any more For I am armored nowAnd I can look into your face With cool, unfevered brow.
The tranquil river meets the sea, My life flows on at rest,Unurged, untorn, but oh, my God! I love the old way best!
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