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oh sweet tragidy that haunts my veins, ciese this exsistance that turns my heart cold against him! make me not bitter to the taste of love... love confounds those without, and those with see no more clearly! and clarity let it be, sturck dead in the hour of love, taken for the seconds of lust that fell from a sun set too high that it spun further and further away, its brilliant light forgotten like a distant star. be still now my cold heart, and shelter thyself against the love that was never yours to claim for. now at his voice, you tremble and fall! how silly of you to believe you could be loved.