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My GoddessWhy must we always fight? O God where is thy compassion, where thy forgiveness? The trees grow apace, Leaving no trace Of feeling for one's fellow man. Must passion abound As we lay on the ground Wounded and tinged with respite. She is lost, gone without trace, Lost for ever, lost from my heart In a preterbance of ill uttered destiny Distinguishing the dusty loss of hell, Shehiya, lost...lost
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