Hiraeth

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Hiraeth, Hiraeth,
Everlasting sadness.
Grief tainted with madness,
As you wish my empress.

Even though it never should,
My chest is still pounding.
Being struck by a thousand deaths,
Tears that keep pouring.

Hopes sealed away,
Bury them little boy.
Flee your misery,
Life will grow from your soil.

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