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SPRITE BACK
Stutter not my stricken Son
Sprite ye forth thy tainted tale
Pummeled though you be
Bye shards of hail
Against the rage you set sail
In spite of the impending gale
For you are witch
Space and myth
And edifice
That through which
Life ignites
The northern lights
And falling kites
Of vampire bites
Love fires rockets
When lovers
Entombed inside broken golden lockets
Fall out the pockets
Of fairy tales
And tip the reach of lawyers scales
Please tell me where it went so wrong
As my memory simply does not
Stretch BACK that long
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