I woke up this morning with a hole in my heart,
An incompleteness so foreign, so terrible.
What must have been the cause of this, I worried.
In search for explanation, I realized most regrettably
That I did not consult the 'oracle' yesterday.
Pardon me O infallible Princess,
Plead with the gods to restore my happiness
For henceforth, I promise,
I shall fetch from your ever flowing stream,
That which makes me whole.
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