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I shall not care of splore , or sorrow ,
Nor shades of pending Death - Alas !
Edenic’s wae immures the morrows
To that of angst - me bonnie lass .
Me bonnie lass of ane is nil
A horrid horrid lone of dree ;
But onward thus ! I forge the depths -
For Thee !

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