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Handle all importance above me
Feel that i am breathing
Forever meant to be, is surely we.
Still i ask why you are leaving.

For you, respect of mine was many
As many as spring flowers may grow
But your soul broke mine in plenty,
Thy soul is replete of sorrow.





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