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On a dark and misty eve
through jagged, cobbled streets
a maiden fair with golden hair
sauntered cross the road.
So young, such beauty
a splendorous visage,
on angels wings she strode
she walked into a murky world
too slight for such a load.
My lips curled and moistened
It was time to strike
For love it would not wait
Though she did resist this brief encounter
She could not alter fate
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