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Castor and Pollux
Castor, he ran- he was swift in the field,
With horses, they vaulted behind.
A brother to him, with a love so blood-deep,
Was Pollux, son of Zeus and divine.
Their devotion together, not one to be quelled,
Was tested when one half had died.
Then Pollux wept out, with his soul ripped to shreds,
And demanded they share the same sky.
Tuesday 14th March 2017 5:15 am
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