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Ye Olde Tale

Wad wast wendyS ovyr a water wast ye wast in whyte. Ye wast eon in sewstare, Synge Ye wente affter olde deed wast dune. Darling, darling it wast hundereds smiles before ye last. Howe Will became wolfe in sheeps laundries, ne'er once ye looked atta t'h olde signs of late.

Ye hast gave thy sin away oute ofe envious and jaundiced. Ye ironically blame thy judgement, nowe look at thee. O, wait thou canst not; thy nothing but dust. Thee ne'er gave thy love away.

It wast ne'er there, wast it? O, I wilst not lie no more. Love in thy heart, once thou did and it wast chopped ofe inches until it bled on an arrow. As thy body brusied on the ground, thy last wordes were ofe thy love.

Darling, darling please doth noth cry, nobody can hear thou anyway. As thou lay paralyzed and helpless unde thy own death smelling grave. It will ne'er changed again, thy fairlytales doth not come true. There all a lie, when thou dies thou die.

No afterlife happens, so doth not think the falsehood.

Darling, darling stop thy moaning. Thy waking the others up and they doth not like that, thy safe in thy coffin. Nothing canst happen to thee anymore, so cry and cry until ye bleed but thee won't doth thy slef any favours at all.

Fin