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Had love fetter'd this force of free?
What he leaves dead, he forgets
No memories arise from the grave,
No anger glides through the night of soules
With humble tears she flatter'd
The divinitie shes hated and fear'd
Her lamb-like nature
Left him not untouch'd
By magick she was bound
To the beast within him
These soules twain
Enforced one's end
Payne anew from woe of olde
A tragedie of endless dayes
Insatiable, the thirst
Inconceivable, the lust
Wild & mad he hunts
In anguish black at heart
The winter's colde
Soone fulfill'd
- and his yearning
Towards a winter's night
Wandering alone,
The wolf
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