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It was a wicked thought
as her pride weighed the balance
a seesaw of good
and whispered evil
In promises
and lies contrived
of sanctuary in smiles
false and beguiling
The truth is mere myth
a hostage to his burden
that he wore
on his finger
the golden shackle
that damns desire
as her pride weighed the balance
a seesaw of good
and whispered evil
In promises
and lies contrived
of sanctuary in smiles
false and beguiling
The truth is mere myth
a hostage to his burden
that he wore
on his finger
the golden shackle
that damns desire
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