January 30, 2009
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Dreaded doom bestill my heart
take easy thy soul
for thy appeasel is all the universe
thrust thy burond upon
my wounds is unbarrible
I shall perish
for all is sovern
all is not well
yours is and not to be my love
is passion not mine to soar into the wind
to roar from something that is mortal
I shall
little to be had
thrust a dagger in my heart
we shall never be one
and our kingdom shall fall
all is lost and nothing is gained

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