The pain of nine and thirty men cannot conquor the pain she's made me
endure

My fears are my foes, Benevolence my beauty, And love sweet love my
weakness

I quoth not how many a times this weakness has fell upon me but how many a
times this weakness I've fell upon

Driven by this demon to the brink of mine own existence yet set back my its
sheer brilliance
 
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