the pie

Not a rust less pie it is.
That I’ve sold my heart to black chambers.
An olden dye it is.
Of my heart to spill and sink.

Let me sink to the rusty crest,
Of your sunken ship.
I’ve to refix it again,
I’ve to refix again.

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