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Her Strong Enchantments failing
by A.E. Housman
Her strong enchantments failing,
her towers of fear in wreck
her limbecks dried of poison
and a knife at her neck
The Queen of Air and Darkness
begins to shrill and cry
"O young man, O my slayer,
tomorrow you shall die."
O Queen of Air and Darkness,
I think 'tis truth you say,
and I shall die tomorrow;
but you shall die today.
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