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Yes. you.

We created a  
Universe out of the  
Poor peasant's pieces.
Once we owed it  
To our dear destiny  
Earliest,
your sombre  
my aphrodite and please address my
Frolics for your
 head is deaf as mine.
Written by AlisVolatPropriis8
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