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From: Julia Mitchell
The house sleeps well with voices yet so still
'Tis time', she whispers, 'Tis time, for death waits
Impatient, brooding, hungry at your gates.
From: Rachel Morris
Of paled pearls and rubies, red as blood
Their tears I'll wed. They'll smear as thick as mud.
Your start from bed breeds but my lonely time,
I'll now not wash our sheets but with my brine.
My love for you is brave and resolute.
You've ta'en all of my heart. Left me still mute.
If all the world is rich; we are but free.
We've gained great wealth through love, our Liberty.