A sonnet

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Thy words I keep, thy words I must forget
This is not pain but the pain itself drank my eyes
I could be still yet thy words will be my regret
In the days of my youth until the day of thy rise
Deepen my worries and everything will leave
Thy words is mystery and science to something a fact
Fret not because I still do grieve and believe
This life I chose pretended to act
Everything true is sadness and the despair
A feeling of longing and affection
Forgetting is forgiving despite affair
For there is a power in action
The less we look up to HIM
The more of it will begin

Disclaimer: This just a hobby and not on an english class haha.

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