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Declaration

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To be modest
Your beauty is divine
Deep in your isle of the blest
My heart is entwined


With pearls for eyes
Gaze cold as ice
Look into my soul
With the orbs of grace

Shrouded in blue
Skin so brown as polished yew
You're the calm after the storm
Rhythmic heart beat . The drum
I'm dancing to

My nightshade, wolfbane and mistletoe
The only sound I'll listen to
You're Hermione, my rival Krum


Like the proverbial stool;
I'll be home waiting for thee
Genius I am, never a fool:
I'll be here, your Ron Weasley


#SOPHOCLES

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