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| Though nurture, conquering nature holds Me back, it seems As I had started and returned In waking dreams |
| Two inconsistent duties sever My mind with cruel shock As when the current of a river Is split upon a rock |
| The bow is strung, its arrow near; And yet I cannot bend That bow against the fawns who share Soft glances with their friend |
| Texts derived from Shakuntala ~Kalidasa |
| Edge Of The Forest |
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| Oh hear your wish is won! All doubt at last is done; The thing you feared as fire, Is the jewel of your desire. |
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| dark, gothic poetry |
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| Thank You Brian |
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