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Potion of Healing

Come, come, this form of grand Arise, the queen of hurt and can't Towards my love your heart may prance, Farther from whence your pain has danced- Into my arms your silence speaks, Woes sung low of stolen vanity, May we last until death dies out, Forever yet shall we stay soulbound.

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