The only place to write your name is in the stars above, it matters not the nebula is sparkling in its fame, for you alone, my dearest love are as beautiful as Helena. I am caught within your snare, as was Troy, your cause célèbre, and if I should taste of your bright flame your venom, dear, if I dare, would be as deadly as the Vespula.
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