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I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell, Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;           I pray the worldly pleasures to provide Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.  
We deserved  being pecked by birds; losing our sight then fumbling by night. Did thou know our life's been put to bad use? Because of our actions, many we lose. Our missing toe and heel
Oh I’m sorry, Did my originality offend you? Cuz’ last time I checked the message was ‘be yourself’
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