And so I wrote
Everything my mind and hand vote
tis' letter to our first love
a rear gem I cannot have enough
How cruel could you have gradually
sneak from our sport
this damsel we nursed tenderly
got us merrily all day on a spot
you left us quarelling days
climbing, sorting and battling endless case
in our quite darkness
with hyenas of ranting rotness
I kneel with my clappsed palms to you
embrace your prodigals back in two
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