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i'm a curse in this world
for some time now my bory is lay in
the darkness
my mind runt by the past
drink
the agony
he's never ending
and among all my pain
I think of the poem that whispers the truth
i was angry with my friend
I told my wrath,
my wrath did end.
i was angry with my foe:
I told it not,
my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears
Night & morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
she is my daughter! I decide how to protect
please, stop, please, stop no
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched
beneath the tree.
Mom
and I'll go get Daddy.
yes dear
i promise