My ink (you see) is gold because
because,
I must adore thee
It
courseth like a poison does
because,
I must adore thee
A toxic, liquid dose, would seem
elsewhere as heard, Vergiften
Contrary to a healthy scheme
But
here, mein Gift, Vergeben
This pen contains the Midas gift
Forever to envenom
That king who wields me has his shrift
And never shall it hurt him
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