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I met a girl named Selaid,
priestess from the Felglade,
she babbled how her fright weighed,
she sought a solemn plight aid,
her heart too soft for spell jade,
her skin too smooth for hell blade,
her tears so quickly cascade,
what fears and pain she displayed,
shook ground from here to Quezayed,
so sipped my soup of nightshade,
to end her days dismayed,
before my feet she laid,
no longer frowns afraid,
her eyes fogged and greyed,
her hair frizzed and frayed,
her corpse my hands parade,
her dress, a mess I’ll invade
before me she decayed,
I love the price she paid.

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