I beseech the sun to bring a golden morrow filled with thine company, for our vast separation has brought me much sorrow. Time, thou has cleft my heart in twain, for our morrows wilst never coincide. But pray, we wilst find a way, for without thee, I suffer great pain. I pray thee, upon the cliff thou doth wait, so swiftly on Hermes wings I will fly. I wilt cross the roads and climb the mountains for thine company, and there we wilst decide our own fate.
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Wow, you weren't kidding about posting every night or whatever.
haha
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