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how could I know?
that love was not your leit-motiv how could I know you would steal my heart like a thief and leave my weeping steeped in grief how could I know how could I know my youthful dreams would wilt and fade how could I know my joyful smiles would be betrayed discarded, like trinkets mislaid how could I know? how could I know I would feel sadness and chagrin how could I know my innocence, naked and skinned snapped and cracked in your cold whirlwind how could I know? how could I know my soul waylaid by selfish strife how could I know you would shear me with a blunt knife an icy void ending my life how could I know how could I know [2007.24.11...b] Written in an extended Rondelet Form
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