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The Crucible (Free verse) by Win
For how long must I burn?
How long shall I await your love?
When will I ever learn?
Beware lest I discover
when the dross dissolves away
the true mettle in my heart
and leave you for always
Why should I be refined?
as if my love were not enough
Why, if you search the whole wide earth
you'll never chance to find
a love like this,
a heart as good and true as mine
Be careful how you handle me
Someday your luck could turn
and you might find out for yourself
what it is to burn
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