I walk with the shadow of strange love….stalking me is this cavort stranger's thought
And forces me to think if it's a love for trice.
Thoughts of his come as an errant breeze….Brio is my state
And to the undulant land of dreams it takes me.
Roseate future engulf my mind, pulling me up from my moribund state….here I feel O' Lord
Like a thirsty traveller of at Oasis, my search I feel has come to an end.
Idée fixe of a strong bond is so rob rant, that it takes me to the Empyrean.
Almighty! Happiness is momentary, Quagmire is my state….
With as brittle heart as mine
Can you bless my fate?
At the path I walk now….I pray thee, can this strange love bedaub my colourless love till eternity?
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