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Regret by Flelir, literature
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Regret
Feeling of pain
under my eye,
pressing, though I
gave a quick stun
right in midsummer's sun.
Feeling of vain,
stuck in my gut
as a sharp cut.
Needles swallowed
for each day I abode.
Feeling of strain
darken my brain,
with cloud. And rain
flows through the eyes
that owes only to lies.
