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Prologue: Black Apple

You are a black apple
On a familiar ground;
Renewing all the time.

Your charming sight,
As a bright cloak of light
Strengthens my cord, by God.

You are a ripe fruit on a tree,
The black apple of my eyes
That falls not far from me.

You drag me closer to hay,
Your nutrients day by day, 
Surely keeps the doctors away.

You are boneless like a fillet,
A pretty sweet forbidden fruit,
I shall eat; over and over again.


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