Poem 41

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We are what we are,

And what we are is an illusion,

Commonly...

...It's working,

As magic is,

I am the prince,

And you decided my destiny,

Serving and losing,

Suffering while triumphing,

I only know it shall be high,

I only know it shall be great,

Cause you are in my heart.

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