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Love once pure, to hatred born,
Lies concealed in grinning faces,
Unfaithful to that which once was sworn,
Your thought it may never grace.

Pride, vicious as a serpents bite,
Faithful guardian of that which we fear,
Only lapsing I the dead of night,
In the memories which we dream.

Silence echoes in the growing chaos,
Your decision must be upheld!
Let free the thought of what once was,
For they may never be again.