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THE TAVERN’S LACKEY

The tavern’s lackey

Does lay claims to wound

That rip off comfort

Like the accursed bird

He does mouthe many pangs

Wrought by the fissure that lays bare

On the frail chest

Cupid stricken!

So he claims but love outdoes his horizon

Because he yearns for more stations love being the means

He lays claim to Cupid’s effect

But his heart burns with greed

That abuses the trueness of love

He feigns love for gains

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SPERALE

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