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| The excellent
So love came to an end When fate had far enough Of hatred, greed and Suffering seen. The terror: vast. The vicelike grip. The party known– Unsued. A plant so fine and delicate The rank of which A grassgrown was– Some glimmering In the sand. So love came to enhance The rank of fate and render No more meaningless The excellent. |
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