In the deep infernal pit, Dante quails,
His flesh conflagrates, his brain ebbs and trails,
Melting through his nostrils, the agony reigns,
His heart cries out in dire, despairing strains.
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In a realm where Chinar foliage once gracefully danced,
Now draped in yellowed garments, a fateful romance enhanced.
The passage of years has parted two entwined hearts,
Yet their souls, sundered, forever dwell in separate parts.
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On the lifeless mountain
Where the flowers bloom,
Shines the golden fountain
And fresh winds blow
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Swelling on earth
Embellished
With flower petals infinite;
Shielding cadavers
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"Cry not, weep no more."
Said they bidding their daughter adieu.
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Shall shadow of man,
Whose life has been a reverie,
Depart from the Earth and treachery?
Withdrawing this world unreal
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Wandering in the moors
She smelt the rose of love,
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