‘Til The End of Time

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Through words and deeds
He found his needs
Pretending cares and woes

Until he fell
Soul broke the creeds
Of wonders past his throes

Twice bespoke
Gently smote
With flavours
Past his ken

He followed her
He knew not where
Til time was at an end

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