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She ran away

When I brought her back, she was not quite gay

It was hard to keep her at bay

For she was one to always stray

She ran away again

I searched for her in vain

And what she did restrained

Left her feeling drained

Then the unspeakable came

And to my shame

I became

One who could die in flame

When I saw her face

Her beautiful moving grace

I felt the need to end her race

And have her join me in her rightful place

Of course she failed

To think I’d be frail

For when she impaled

My heart, her noble intentions by love was, curtailed

I came back to her

It was all but a blur

Her love I preferred

Another, angry and jealous, was spurred

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