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Is such a date as was meant by fate? Has this trial of my love truly but a shove? I have no more use for this time that is given to me, though slowly my ancient life is not free. This horror they shove upon my shoulders prove to be no boulder. It is the end of an era when the rain falls down, it wipes clean away this burdened brow. Tell me that there are those who love me, tell me these things before there is a fee. I may be the Bard as of now but show me how. The love will flow as deep as a river, or like wine through a liver. Who am I anymore, the son of some dead whore? My fate is sealed as Bradley but those who can think, only think badly. Since there is not a soul in my mind that makes sense, it looks like i am caught in the fence. Show what to do, tell me how to swoon. There is nothing that I can say to buy forgiveness....