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Somewhere in the back of the room is an
Omniscient youth, adorned in black, hiding her Long burgundy brown locks in a gent's hat. Each time she goes to that place, it is she that Does the unthinkable: charting their escapades. All the while, though, she pines for him, the One. Despite her penchance for viewing, she longs for him to Make her dreams of being loved come true, but Oh, far away that is! Love, a foreign Object, ne'er to be hers, as her money lust has consumed her, Never to return her to the loving realm. Like it? Be on the lookout for Five Lovers
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