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Her radiance, a beacon in his somber world,

He despised her sweetness, yet secretly unfurled,

Like honeyed petals, her kindness did flow,

Melting his heart, planting seeds of woe,

He yearned for her light, though he knew not why,

Bitterness battled longing, as time passed by.

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