Strange is this tale, this odyssey of love,
Strange is this tale, a story from above,
Your heart is yours, yet craves another's fire,
Strange is this tale, fueling endless pyre.
The heart desires, yet what it seeks's denied,
The heart desires, in yearning it has died,
The heart desires, the path is always lost,
What law decrees? What cruel, unending cost?
Your heart is yours, yet craves another's fire,
Strange is this tale, fueling endless pyre.
How will you hide from arrows of the eye?
How will you hide, as piercing glances fly?
From every side, your heart, the target known,
From every side, where seeds of sorrow's sown.
Your heart is yours, yet craves another's fire,
Strange is this tale, fueling endless pyre.
Beneath what tree will you find solace deep?
Beneath what tree, where wounded souls can sleep?
Beneath what tree, from storms will you retreat?
Upon each bough, my dwelling you will meet.
Your heart is yours, yet craves another's fire,
Strange is this tale, fueling endless pyre.
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