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Lament of Ode
Without her time is endless,
An exile from home,
Upon eye contact I am weak,
The spells she casts entangle my soul,
Damned am I to be her forevermore,
Though she falls into my arms,
Defeated and exhausted,
Within my embrace she is sheltered again,
Demons of her mind scurry away,
While we become one,
With her time is fickle,
Yet I am home once again.