Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays
Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Two broken feet, treading on molded rot
Nay! Cry thee not for some whimsical muse
More the worst for darker world to abuse!
Set thee, hardest task of destroying thrones
Slicing thy bread, rest not thy weary bones
Take rare days, to thy colder heart...
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