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Sonnet
I watch your grace follow your fleeing soul
For now you see your life is all but fake
The winter’s call then puts you to your goal
You find the fight has nothing more at stake
I left bare am drenched ugly with hate
You call to me to ask of my fair plight
I scold their claim to say it was just fate
You praise the day we gave a righteous fight
Must I be here and you be dead immune?
Can I think only you and of my shame?
I live for naught the sun but for the moon
I find the day of death seeks me the same
I see no other path to reach this peak
I give my life to thee for you I seek