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Thine beauty rivals daybreaks dewy light
Blue eyens churning, discord like thunderstorms
Dost thou wot mine fondness, and laugh in spite
Yet, with thine gentle smile, mine heart warms
Mine youth contrasts with thine coming of age
Do I offend time, hence this ridicule
Dost thou know thine eyens twinkle upon stage
Woe me, for love, I am playing the fool
Is thine kind heart a mask, concealing hate
Thou and mine sitting under a love tree
If thine met me, would mine feelings abate
Mine trials sleep, for thou ne'er know me
Alas, an end to this endless tirade
For mine love, strong, unrequited, doth fade
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the Black Cat
Ravenclaw!