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You were my greatest deceit
And my treason was me, then I thought of you to be more, Much more than I could ever imagine. I kept looking for you among the stars On a shallow sky, and so I failed To look under my ground shadow … My deceit was it just. I saw you standing, aged by your mortal time And play that secular piano, not knowing what… Poor keys were broken and made no sounds And you waited and hoped I’ll like your symphony. I know now… or maybe not, but surely It was a sequel of my nightmare, a requiem for madness and madding sentiment of pity… so foolish as hope that is for you to ever have again. Time was something I did not know…when writing Same as you did not for futileness of dream… Pity… for a heart beats in such a fool… yet again. Comedy... Please… do amaze me! And sing your deaf song And guard the dusty piano with your lost soul; For that’s what you’ll ever do, and nothing more Stay there and keep you for yourself… …for no good will ever come from you…
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