The Harp & The Witch
The harp sings for me tonight, The witch plays its gentle melody no more for I believe they have felt their pain, Revenge not fully satisfied but completly well enough, I no longer envy the bond because mine has been released, For when my sin feels right I care not about my soon down fallings.
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