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Her love it stings like wire,
That tears the heart that scolds
Resting on funeral pyres,
That hang on lips of gold
The look of a thousand books
Descends onto her gaze
A tear drips down her face
As she mutters these words of grace

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The slaughtered light’s sunset
The scream of fate’s regret
Could tell these words of woe
That hangs on her shadow
The pain the lands possess
Nor the scrawlings of Hafez
Could tell her tale of love
And all it’s become of

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