<glacius:metadata>

    <title>A Veritable Bastion</title>

    <description>Some kind of love sonnet</description>

</glacius:metadata>

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    <p style="text-align: center; font-size: 150%; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">

        And so for whom I’ll ne’er so oft forget<br />

        That once we laughed so gay. The times, we writ,<br />

        Would ne’er remember our so-sweet refrain.<br />

        The times we spent, to have them back again,<br />

        Would be as if we ne’er succumbed to all<br />

        That we desired. But lo! Before the fall<br />

        And ’fore the sands of time begin their own<br />

        Descent, I’ll sit upon my own dark throne.<br />

        I will forget your tears as once you did<br />

        Forget mine own. And when alone, amid<br />

        The grey, I sought your love to keep me sane,<br />

        But it was out of reach. And ripped in twain<br />

        I sit, among the clouds; only regret<br />

        Remains. And once all that we did beget<br />

        Is lost fore’er among that heav’nly track,<br />

        I’ll ne’er forget I’ll never get you back.<br />

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