My pain danced on its own feet
Away from misericord, life can only be sweet
What you can see as reflecting
Is a shell with me in hiding!
Hidden, disguised, bruised
All shattered and torn
Shall my pain ever cease
Even if all glum is the morn'
Love meant for the seekers of truth
Love hidden between the parlours of youth
If I dig deep enough
I shall hopefully unmask the bluff
Pray let me close to thy heart
Allow me to play my own part
That of being a lover at heart
In your arms, my own refuge of art!
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