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No longer shall I miss thee Oh warbler of honeyed words Nor see thine's false smiles Or the betrayal thee affords No more shall thee find warmth Or contentment in thine's chaste comradery No more shall thee bask In adoration given from me Thine's path is paved With bricks of contention To be a false friend Is something thee forgot to mention May thee one day find the peace Within thine's unworthy heart For thee shan't see me again This is where we part
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