quatrain
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Light becomes day in the seconds come,
Will sun have killed by pressing thumb;
Thou wilt not ever to me prove
That wantest me to be thy love.
Thy gifts are faded by discord
Come live with me and be my love,
And to thee will I henceforth prove
That art more fair than beauteous light
And shinest bright in summer’s night.
I will thee bring a stand tall mirror,
If only time could rewind
I could take back the words
That made me look absurd
And utterly out of my mind
If you come across a lonely girl
With words as fine and frail as grains of sand,
Tell her that most oysters lack a pearl,
But do take into yours her tender hand.
swing the blade and bring it down
hit the neck and free the cord
let it wriggle
and bleed a little
bag the rest and bury the sword
