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i have heard that a certain princess
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
i loathed you
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
i've won the race
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
passing through huddled and ugly walls
god
daughter, thou art come to die
in his guarded tent

 



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