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She piped my glory
And called me her baby,
Sent lots of cheers
With kisses and roses
I too, in my part
Cherished in my heart
For she’s all intriguing
And dearly darling
Abstract love’s absurdity
And its blind credulity;
Spell bound to the Net
In the web where we met
Then come the last straw
That thus was my flaw,
When she knew it was a black
And she turned her back
I conceived this precipice
For the peace of my conscience;
Lest in self deceit stray
But she walked away
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