The liver, thirsting Love's self-exsanguinating lament, yet supplies
With such ruby red tears her, Alas!, but memorious eyes
That what I'd repent, did the Day of Wrath, a moment, pause
Is that my thought of her leaving me was its only cause.
Envoi-
Prince! Eden is its own expulsion as Anagnorsis or Arafat simplification
Mutual, our Sight's sighs for a, but, meretricious complication.
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