and so it ends
and so it ends his love is lost thus he sits and counts the cost that he must pay for ill deeds from open wounds his spirit bleeds for he had failed ere she left thrice was his soul bereft yet thrice did she forgive his sins only for him to anew begin to dig the hole in which he lies as his battered spirit dies
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