I feel screwed.
I take back all my golden rings
And leave you with your simple things
Though they be dirty they shall be cleaned and shined
Until they are restored to gifts divine
Then worn by me until comes a time
When I share them with those more worthy and kind
Then together we shall grow old with joy and love
Let it be so below as above
This and more is my will harm to none including me
This is my will so shall it be.
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