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Literature

Raven and the Dove

Cry mercy, and remember (though locked with a key) In this place called memory. Where truth is bounty, thou can'st not run Yet it be born unto misery. The dove flies with the raven Dark with light; Together, they shant exist... As the wind in the hand face answereth to water, And the sands spill forth of the fist. If life be like unto love without thee Than rather, I'd die this day; My only true love, for whom I am born; Through wrong choice my heart knows the grave. As a firery arrow pierced to the heart By this, my love awakened To witness the cruelty engulfed in his soul By essence, we are forsaken... Be thou forever therefore, v