And love was forbidden in kandia land, no feelings for strangers or you get tagged as a lustful being, it's been a practice until a young leman fell in love with a stranger who he called a nymph and a love at first sight to the blind man in the dung...
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How Will I tell the world am in love with a stranger, tell me how; you that knows. The young leman said
If you're bewitched you shouldn't find it hard to hold your silence and wear a smile of deceit, said the spry.
If I need must to die then let death come too fast, said the young leman.
You can't just be us if you can practice like us, forbid your heart away from lust, maybe it's not, said the spry.
I have been in this for a while, my mind and soul in a dark dream, needing a beam of light, should we have to call it an end, said the young leman.
Not this my white hairs, not my wrinkled skin, I am just too young to be old, but all are signs to watch, said the spry.
How happy will you be if I bring you young age, the young leman said and the spry chuckled.
Don't change my skin yet, I can own hundred and turn chameleon, but life won't fit my new skin, the leman said.
Tell me more about your old days, I heard you lived with good souls, tell me what made you drenched in desert, said the young leman.
I can just be you if you're here last century, I lived with fox with love, I was loved, living with body mates, let's talk hate.... Said the spry
Call me your friend, I am new here, share your olden heart with me and I can breathe for you, said the leman.
I loved a nymph, a black stranger from the northern pole, she's a love at first sight to the blind man in a dungeon, she grieved my heart with temporary love, I knowest and believe in my mind, I didn't fall but I was broken, let me hold the rest, friend.
This can't be you, wear your past with pride it might work for us, dispense from your heart unwanted notes, Said the leman
Be in peace, you must be sad if I say more, don't be dastard, said the spry
The only way you think of me, think big you might have a way, said the leman
If I go from no way to Norway, quote me, I'll tell you false, my fear for lads' tears is high.
You! You're saddening to be with, you construct evil with styles, you talk false I can behold that in your spiel. The leman said
I turned thousands hearts to gold yet no one thought I was good, enough, you also can cut me with your two-faced glaive or you have time we play kabaddi.
