Callendar

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Scorching sun rays searing through my veins

As Venus glowed brightly in her fame.

We're suffocating in cloudy chains,

As we play with the dame's little game.

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Even slight, the lady does not wept

Though she has been, multiple times, wronged.

The lady claimed all her scars and kept;

The days in the dame's games, she prolonged.

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