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Soucriant
There is a story that can never be told, which was started by her, which one day will end up with her, which is about my saver, my burden, my nymph, which I write over and over, which I put all I know into, which I throw the pages of whose pages I throw to the wind (is "to the wind throw the pages of I " correct? Your text in brackets is not correct "to the wind I throw its pages" is), which maybe the birds can read, which even birds can only find the scraps of, in which she split me (I don't understand this, what is split?) since the day I was born, in which love confounded her, bade her, yet her soul drew back, in which I lived a clean life, singing the orphan song, in which she payed for alimony by doing filthy dirty work, in which she gave me the secret that can never be told, in which like as the food spoils throughout the two hundreds years, so does she, in which the essence of mine (my being?) has never changed since 1804, in which I rest the creatures that have a will of death ( remain a creature that has a will of death, in which we are regarded as the nightmare,the killer,the monster, in which I was already tired of what she had done, in which they got her at one night,having prepared to kill her, in which the damasked night sky of her execution was bloody and black, in which for aught I can say love confounded me as well at the night of the execution night, in which I saved her for the love she gave and the clean childhood, in which after that night I desire to look forward to my own liberty, in which I gave her my farewells eventually.


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