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truly? truly, you know not this weight, this affliction cast upon my weary heart. and, truly, if it were a fate by my own choosing, your cedar eyes would be near mine and not at the demise of parting; and the wistfulness of your kiss, the bliss that you bestow, would not be far away. truly, I have found peace in my despondency. for these sullen skies hold feeble cries but they do not tell not our fate; so onward we press, while you bid farewell and I give my heavy heart to no one.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
sirens of the weary heart
truly? truly, you know not this weight, this affliction cast upon my weary heart. and, truly, if it were a fate by my own choosing, your cedar eyes would be near mine and not at the demise of parting; and the wistfulness of your kiss, the bliss that you bestow, would not be far away. truly, I have found peace in my despondency. for these sullen skies hold feeble cries but they do not tell not our fate; so onward we press, while you bid farewell and I give my heavy heart to no one.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
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