Love, thou to mend the ways
That, thou squeeze my soul to dry.
Thou brutality to be ceased,
That, I find the path impeccably.
Where are thou great heroes?
All are entombed never to see anywhere!
Thou promises were vain as ever,
But, the silly figures knew nothing.
Thou betrayed me a while too,
To sting as thousands of wasps forever.
Nevertheless, that whatshername gave me,
A lesson, that finds no mortality.
Goodbye! hey puerile fiend..
Never to touch, nor to stay beside me.
Go to thou mortals forever,
For, they like thou, to be immortals!.
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