Black Blessing
She can cry, cry, cry.She can die, due the death.
She can run, run to ruin.
And I, in my grim wake am inspired.
No! She needs no crying;
She needs no death;
She need so running away!
I lift my class and toast to her;
And breathe a traverlers curse on her.
May your pain, may your sorrow,
Find your heart, the heart that
Once lay next to mine
And call it home.
And let no weeping, no fleeing,
And no death, expel the weatlh of ruin,
Our shared escape never found.
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