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#11 |
Brightness of a Blade
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He sought to wrench away my precious treasure
I sent him to his doom: measure for measure. he lost yet won, I gained naught, yet gave in Pride and anger brought about my end The ones most dear to me I lost But this time to a friend.
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And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass. |
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