I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
—John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci
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I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
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I am made of more;
more than tears, more than heartache,
more than all of this.
Never forget:
we walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.
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