There is this wonderful gleam
There it is my darling, seam.
What does it? What does it seem?
Does it sparkle? Does it beam?

Scream it, scream for it and wait.
No! Do not. It is too late.
You're here. No... you are the bait.
So wait and breathe, run my mate!

Go yearn for it and long, still.
For it. Yes, for that's the will.
Yes, know the truth give it's fill.
Or, do you intend to kill?

Oh, gloom you'll grant. Kill it not.
Burn within. Go! Hate that sot.
Feel the pain, until it's hot.
Let it go, please. Let it rot!

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