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Rewards

Reward me not in empathy a day forgotten in esprit is not my loss - the memory seems far outspoken sympathy! Remember then, the hell we shared remorse o'er target, thee instead became my virtue - God's embed, a promise loving more thy tread! Forgiving tangled paths re-webbed and even saming, dulled exceed. Why more the numbers - bled is bred, while I unshaken pray Faith's deed! Far off - windbreakers weigh my head, I Am - I Am - all hope, God said, if this avow tarried or fled, then rewards muster, truth out led~ is silenced . . . fondled actions read!

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