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The world must end
And thus, my heart
Because my friend
It's broken all apart

As I gave my love
To my King this early morn
I share my jewels with him
Why, thy Grace, he leaves me scorned?

Forthrightly, I am his Queen
The way I bow down to his throne
Benounced, how he is cold and mean
When my servitude, pray-tell, was shown

Thy Lord, the devastation
Unbecoming tears spring forth as a storm
My Majesty's impending separation
After thou cometh to thine bed doth warm.

10/15/2005 2030 cj

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