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I went and Oh! placed my hand
In electrifying grief for friendship and help;
To cure me of the shock and my loss,
Of whom I was to write a bitter memorable memoir.
The pains Oh! sank into me
Creating more advanced species
Of their children I knew I can’t treat and heal;
With a memory that enslaves me.
They drained Oh! my mind and feel
For reasons and from reasons, I was blind to notice.
My loss remained a memory and bitter;
So I took the side that’s good to me.
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