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The soul that I desire to find
'tis a man as woe as me in heart.
Whose love shall doth not make him blind,
Yet treat me as a work of art.
I do not seek the templars' treasure
to doth place in my obit.
I seek the man that gives me pleasure
with his intellect and wit.
(i got really tired of trying to write the last 6 lines, do forgive me...)
The soul that I desire to find
'tis a man as woe as me in heart.
Whose love shall doth not make him blind,
Yet treat me as a work of art.
I do not seek the templars' treasure
to doth place in my obit.
I seek the man that gives me pleasure
with his intellect and wit.
(i got really tired of trying to write the last 6 lines, do forgive me...)