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Intidate

The doctrine of pain
And its sister, gain
Are beyond profane

By it, the mountain
Has met her bane
In the corners of this train

My words be not plain
As they are filled with pain
For those without gain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 8/4/2020 6:41:00 PM
A lyrical image!
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