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- Lady of the Lake at allpoetry
Into the woods past the magic tree / Lies a lake, peaceful and waiting for thee, / In the lake a lady sits on her throne / With a sword crafted to be your own, / / Here she sits so no one can see / Her patient ey - Hell Hath No Fury at allpoetry
Hell hath no fury, but our time is so short / When love hunts you down, and you can’t turn it away / Fate is for a reason, not just consequence / But hearts can be broken, at the second it’s over / / He
