A Poeatry of Soul

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Fire burns heart mouns

Her eyes water his silence falls


For the gretest of all feel the sorrow
The burning desire the falling friar
The knight faulters to rise
Wish she was a letter of heart
Then My sacrifice could fill her heart
Tell her then when I fall in battle
Her soul ws in the harts burn

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