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My love for Wean
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a merciless noose
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The presence of Wean
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is my nourishment
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Oblivion may bear
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its wretched course
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But these concrete walls
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will never crumble
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Every meter of my bowels
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belongs to Wean
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Wean, weeping once
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in shameless honesty
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every stroke of my inky quill
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seeks your daunting melody
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Spare me of your desertion
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My emptied shadows fall into your well
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