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I could of show your beauty to world. If they stayed long enough to look through the purple curtain,to on that entrap youthful face, as i showed to you my joy and grace, But instead chose it as my own pleasure. To keep you there never moving. You would smile at some fool who brought you a single flower plucked from the road side. A shadow would linger in the lightest of places. were you walked. Your were so easily pleased, even the shadow was never a worry. Oh! How many men would take your hand and kiss it
gently, until mine own eyes were cold and green. Me stood on the corner like some gargoyle, while you walked, so beautiful, and so fair. Never looking at the gold band upon you finger. But you asked for this, the bitter sweet end. So foolish you were to be pleased by so little. So hang in cob webs and flames, In a never ending light, you never saw the world as you were always mine. To you, now hang in a darkest place, were no one can lay eyes on you. This is your cursed fate.
