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For long have I lain
With Death by my side No longer a ruler, She, a tyrant of pride. Nor will she conquer or crush me For wont not to dealst me to strong Nor will she take me, her chamber of old; Too young are mine eyes Yet stilled with youth, Passion and folly Her black lips lust For mind over body Aaron Leyshon
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