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A life full of bloom was always an ill-fated doom, 

The vision of this one constantly full of gloom,

All she lived was a dull life, 

Her heart remains overflowing with strife, 

The colors nonexistent as her gaiety,

Human who remains of thee, 

Shall set us all free, 

For this all started with the witch and her tree, 

Amidst the mysterious wonders,

She will terminate your glee. 

(End of the poem. This is not a chapter. I simply made this out of mere boredom from working on Chapter 11 Part 2. In the meantime enjoy this little poem I made.)

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