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O thou of face so fair on an' name so high, With heart as black as the darkest sky. Thy cursed deeds yield cursed prize, an' prayers nor pleas will spare thy fate in moonlight, change till the sun doth rise. Yet flesh shall bear yer soul's foul weight and thy sons all shall be unwrought. A boon in vain forever sought, yer line unravels when sins be forgot, An' each son will carry this curse of the Fae. Yer monstrous deeds be all for naught, for the end only comes with the daughter of MacKay
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