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If you left me i would perish surley
In the tears of over wetted eyes.
Soothing and remorsefull,
always bouant and voluptuous,
heart wrenching, and respectfull.
For you I kill the heavens,
Forge swords of intelect
And bring for you
your hells on plates of gold.
I would, i could do homage, write prose of scope a thousand times,
and diligent To my love,
than all the world could shake
and move into words.
For you I temper my soul,
Harden my senses, my flesh born-solid
my mind my weapon,
and prove my might inimitable,
To ease you of your burdens,
Give you rest forever and all deserving.
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