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A God-given right to the reaper
whose weapon weeps in harmonious love.
Oh, sweet sweet love.
Love eternal and endless.
What best there is if not for death?
What more can I mourn if not for death?
Oh, love. Love!
How awful it is to not love death!
Death is a being. A wonder of sorts
whose very own red strings connects us all.
Oh, sweet love! Oh, sweet death!
If it is not for you, whose eternity is ever?
If not for you, what more do I have left?
Oh, Death!
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