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You sold my dream of love to the highest bidder after stealing it from me one night while I slept didn't notice until the sun had risen and you had long since fled I heard you got a princely sum although you never could have got enough it may have small value to the one who paid but it was worth more to me than a mountain of coin I know for certain it would never be returned especially not in a pristine state it would probably end up full of holes ones which I could never repair You sold my dream of love to the highest bidder but I have replaced it with much better leaving you shivering and alone with only the gold to keep you company