I could not be a trusting Sampson.
I knew you to well, Delilah.
I graced you with myself,
I fought your battles,
I surrendered to your whims.
But one night as I lay
Upon our shared bed
I found the Golden Shears
Beneath your pillow.
And when you tumbled
Into my waiting arms
I buried your Golden Shears
In your flawless breast.
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