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a    Our only hate could be our one true love

b    Not less known is one than the other.

b    Love so strong over hate it will cover

a    Like rain over the earth, a gentle sheet.

a    Not much farther our lives is to death

b    Hate more than a hand to push us farther

b    Night’s black cover or a hint of death’s breath

a    By lover’s deathbed “Slain me, woodcarver!”

c    A place unknown, not rarely spoken of.

d    A symbol of love too dark to be known

e    As their hearts combine with one of passion.

c    Two lovers ban their hate and give their love

d    In their eyes true love was finally shown

e    Knowing right and wrong in their own fashion.