You Did Not Merely Die, but You Were Murdered
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|You did not merely die, but you were murdered,|
And so my anger magnifies my grief.
Love and hate are clean and filthy water
Spilling through my veins like hell unleashed.
I would but mourn, but vengeance clouds my sorrow;
I must, I must confess that I have lost you,
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