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ICHOR
Await the ringing of the bell
Depress the smile, strength to quell
A grimace fallen past nadir
True to him as love was dear
Although frost would seem too frail
As ensorcelled flame would prevail
Scalding spite to ease the cold
As my ichor now runs black as coal
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