After all the cosset
Contempt of your heart,
Oh! How it hurt me.
It is credible, you are gone,
How i could cross examine you, if you were here.
You are under delusion that am rude, how hard i had try to demolish it from you.
How could i then be demure if am rude?.
Now that you are no more; don't deplore leaving me.
I deride you.
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