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I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell,
Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;
I pray the worldly pleasures to provide
Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.
We deserved
being pecked by birds;
losing our sight
then fumbling by night.
Did thou know our life's been put to bad use?
Because of our actions, many we lose.
Our missing toe and heel
Oh I’m sorry,
Did my originality offend you?
Cuz’ last time I checked
the message was ‘be yourself’