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My the grassed
Lingers my still the hate
the willing everlasting
then me the who begun ,
poured the on feelings I once
a way or the other
like had already I , even as my as
but how ,
been had odd she
towards he
to one who was me of cursed and of coursed.
tortured as she as ,
so to the rolled senses of mine
now downed and died
of green the grass and the ground.
and the roaming elser,
the crimsoning blood itself ,
my the mere remainig behinder and beholder
was there also polishing ,
my the grassed
on borning present of all , though
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