I loved her more than she could imagine
Esteemed her more than she could envision
She was my reverie from the moment we did chance
But I was nestled in masks of fear and pretense ...
Distrustful of the Gentian-
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy-
Weary for my-----
I will singing go-
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