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Misery called me, like a castle without his queen.
His angles found me.
They danced, like faires in their flight,
Until they found me.
Empty smiles, and late night wars,
His angles dance, as they hold me.
Two ships crashed into the middle of the night,
What if they could reach Titan, or Gaynamede,
Would the sun still rise?
And where is my treasure?
Would X mark the spot, or caution me of the poison?