Oh what fresh pain is this, the love song of two souls slient made,
How dark the world be now, for fair lovers words are stolen,
To see these words slip forth from lips of my lady love,
but they be not for me but a man who serves them well.
All cruel of fates why do you mock me so,
to create such beauty, only to cast it to the shadows,
oh darkness why take not these words, ment not for you they be,
to be song from the roof tops for all to hear is their destiny,
only to echo back to my ears for they be not ment for me.
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