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So once long ago
I fell in the throes
Of passion, joy and love;
I awoke instead
What had lived
Was then dead,
Cursed from powers above!
To this end I ride on
As to search ever on...
Should I fail, down to the depths I might fall
As life would less than nothing at all.
What was in the past
Reveals itself fast
As efforts are thwarted (worse for wear);
That I'm sincere
At the core belies fear
Failure bequeathed final burden to bear...
O GALLANT PROTEST! MY FATE I CONTEST!
Regrettably failed...to the depths I must fall
My life, less love, would be no life at all!
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