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Oblivion of Reality

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I

Painful tears trickle down your sweet, gentle face

I mayn't see, but from the distance I sense

Though far from you, I feel your place's ambience

Your heart that yearns for him, my care'll encase

II

Though I can't embrace you, I'll protect you

Though you're human, you're rose whose petals strew

Though you love him, I'm one who'll love you more

Though we'll never be, he, I won't abhor

III

My sword, offered for your guardianship

My heart, I steel to prepare for hardship

I sigh to be a suitor you'd accept

Yet I am unskillful, even inept

IV

How is it that your heart I cannot steal?

Is it by its gaze at him, far from me,

by my choice of hiding conspicuity,

or by cruelty if my love, unreal?









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