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If a passage you seek then here you must stand
And answer the question that now is at hand. If sweetness desired there's some on each side Of the obvious space where I choose to hide. Yet that which is broken is not very far Three over from me should be where you are. His partner is empty and also is three steps over from one who sits next to me. If confused you are now, and finding this troubled, Then think of me as one who is twice doubled. For I am the poison, the one who makes ill and quickens the pulse, dissolving the will. Should you drink of me, you quick meet with fate For antidote is lacking...and so it's too late. |
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