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*insert british accent* A quatrain please!
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An everlasting waterfall.
As I fed my heart to you on a silver spoon,
was the sight I saw under the sad moon.
An everlasting waterfall.
Where the flow consisted of tears.
All falling down to touch your face.
As the silver spoon rusted away with grace.
Ready confess my fears.
And at last,
simultaneously,
yet beautifully,
The everlasting waterfall was of the past.
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