Seen to thee heart is by lonely death.
That we may speak with no tongue.
Our breath may shatter for lights fore-longing love.
That we should beseech our eyes of shaming tears.
That our ear be turned deaf for we're blind by fashioned chains of mind.
Thoughts yet not seen by hatreds gold line.
Thou souls grow weak with thy vine.
Thy hast no sense henceforth are loves shattered loneliness.
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