With her raw exuberance and wit
Until she started taking it
Seriously ending up getting hurt
Which was my fault and not my fault
But never my intention
And that other beauty I offended
Bears a striking resemblance
To something I could only take too far
Thus have my lovers condescended to me
As I to them but briefly
Our lives were not a candle
But the burning that goes on
Rushing past us
In a forest or a song
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