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oh, but, tis this the day the roses wilt before my very eyes? oh how cruel is fate. for such a day as when my fair maiden, vexing and hexing though she may be, lay a kiss upon my lips and said her sad apology, holding my face in her hand, my very heart…

a day such as this, will it truly never again come to be?

for mine own selfishness, i am thwarted yet again by that devil. my fair lady, her delicate feet running away from me, as though struck. as if I would ever do such an accursed, godforsaken thing.

Father, why have you forsaken me?