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The Quest Bless all that would spend time so precious to read my humbled thoughts Not worthy of nobel kindness given I am loves servant,of poor beginings In possession of but one tool to attempt to entertain I fear this to be damaged of past misuse I beg your patience in clearness of feelings hidden As lost love cause me an emotional drunkardness Being not of quality birth nor formality of education I pray your kindness not be abused You see freedom is all I seek here Freedom for the one tool in my chest Freedom this tool to forever lead my quest This quest of love |
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