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  Light becomes day in the seconds come, Will sun have killed by pressing thumb; Thou wilt not ever to me prove That wantest me to be thy love.   Thy gifts are faded by discord
Come live with me and be my love, And to thee will I henceforth prove That art more fair than beauteous light And shinest bright in summer’s night.   I will thee bring a stand tall mirror,
If only time could rewind I could take back the words That made me look absurd And utterly out of my mind  
If you come across a lonely girl With words as fine and frail as grains of sand, Tell her that most oysters lack a pearl, But do take into yours her tender hand.
swing the blade and bring it down hit the neck and free the cord let it wriggle                       and bleed a little bag the rest and bury the sword 
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