[Dandeli]

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Toward me unabated was to be a tonnage brought,

The need to steer my wanting to bring to be what must be wrought.

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Yet as I look upon a land of souls without chance of repentance,

And a burning intensity to see them damned that I dare to say shaped hesitance,

There is a purity amidst it all, right and true; my sister of wit, cunning and gluttonous glee,

You were often the subject of my idle reverie,

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It is why I lament I now see to the writing of this elegy.

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Voracious are those fanatics of instinctive proclivity, severers of His connectivity,

Yet it is right you ushered forth sensitivity; an effigy born of His creativity,

Always was it to you I looked over in awe-filled yonder,

I thought upon what it is you might ponder,

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A being of such grand design - and my Sister,

Always protective. And always mine.

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Yet all too soon from my grasp you have been taken,

And much to unscheduled dismay my world has been shaken,

Those ill-begotten and ill-spirited winning in their vainest labour,

Could I have willed it I would have flocked to your side all the sooner,

Vain were mere visits to your home beneath the crescent, ever-gleaming lunar.

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This still-beating heart will continue on for you,

In this now-fragmented world where I cannot see you,

In a world idyllic it would be sooner that I meet you,
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Please wait for me.