Unwept, unwed, unloved I go. The road is there before me, this light of day is not for my eyes anymore. Who will lament me? No one will lament me.
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i⠀ could⠀ a⠀ tale⠀ unfold⠀ whose⠀ lightest⠀ word⠀ would⠀ harrow⠀ up⠀ thy⠀ soul,⠀ freeze⠀ thy⠀ young⠀ blood,⠀ make⠀ thy⠀ two⠀ eyes⠀ like⠀ stars⠀ start⠀ from⠀ their⠀ spheres.




























