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I entered his home as my voice was his,
Thy lowly room where he dwelt in ruin,
Thy Cats now roam here and as I see this,
I find his chair is now placed in my room.
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Nothing is wrong with me is wrong with me,
To "Know Thyself" is to pray for sweet death,
For thy chameleon's strength is what I flee,
Vast tundra my only friend till last breath,
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Sonnet 3
I entered his home as my voice was his,
Thy lowly room where he dwelt in ruin,
Thy Cats now roam here and as I see this,
I find his chair is now placed in my room.
There I shall sit as my loved one labors;
As his loved is now my loved one shall be,
Cursed as she is I give her one favor,
As I love her I then set her free;
But as I start to sit his hand stops me
And with reborn youth he hugs my old form,
I gaze at his face it is bright and free
And from his gentle eyes come the feared storm.
As waves of love roll in the castle burns,
And to my reborn soul she then returns.
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