When I'm with you,
My love finds
A melancholic expression.
Exhilaration
Suppressed, I wear
A tormented look.
Voices I hear
Calling me away;
Having found you
I know I have not.
A stillborn love
I cradle;
Oh! how do
I sing and dance?
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