Of you is the gossip within my swelled
heart,
So allow me to do Shakespeare's
kindness, in part.
In fact, my heart won't shut up about
you.
I will help you live on, just as Eos
might do.
The knowledge you're near thrills my
skin like a feather,
So I'd like to grant you cursed
half-life, forever.
You might be immortal, but how will you
know it
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