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broken heart poem

i despise my friends more than you
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
gone are the three, those sisters rare
quietly, with reverance, in awe
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
she burst fierce wine
storm
we were not many
lady, your heart has turned to dust
listen
who is the runner in the skies

 



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