Desire

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Many poisons deceive the air which we breathe

But only so that all the unwanted are relieved

For they do sing their purpose through a merry song

One of which we shall endure day and night long

Its tune is gladly sung by those who can

But those who cannot seek vengeance like a man

Despaired by what they want and think they need

The simplest form of longing and of greed

But longing is a form of passion and desire

The love or hate of something which should all but be admired

For the curse of love hath many gone for dead

Their thoughts possessed by fair maidens who demand blood shed

Their love has been extracted through and through

A pitiful attempt to hide the truth

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