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Passion
Once lost, the poets soul,
Ran away, and turned to coal,
The heart that is, a fragile thing,
The times that were, took its toll,
Sorrow it was, filled the poets void,
Cried he did, as the sorrow toyed,
The soul that was, that strayed away,
The poets love that was, that was destroyed.
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