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Oh my beloved, I hear you in my grave.
Romantic notes from thy lire trickle through
Porous rock now hollow from thy magic.
How I long to feel thy hand on my cold breast.
Even as I speak, they plot to kill you.
Utter envy of thy mythical, poetic, prophetic skills
Strengthen their resolve. I await you my beloved.
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