POISON

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Love i have renounced and sewn the collar that was ripped,
Oh world now are you happy, For this poison i have sipped,

Though i am alive, i often think, when there is no throng,
Based on what desire, tell me, i have lived this long?

Though i cannot possess her, it's of major consequence,
That for a while, her in my dreams, i did experience,

The vestment of my heart O helpless hopes now leave me alone,
I've lived far too long and sorrows ample have i borne.

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