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Her irresistibility for her love was famed
And it was loves desire that she quenched
Very challenging and couldn’t be tamed
At the end it could only be lynched
Yes lynched, by the hands of her own
Too hard to quail
She reaches for the phone
To see how far her love for it would sail
But to no avail, her heart once again roamed
Only to get lost in the journey, this made it pale
She took her quill and put it down in tome
Writing over and over… Grail, Grail, Grail
What did it mean? Only she could feel her reign
She must have been insane, to keep smelling her love’s stench
No longer able to bare the pain
The sword cut her like the swiftness of the sport she fenced
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