To watch fate, and then envy the self,
A gazing that forever eludes itself.
To watch fate.
Why does another, Lord, dare such insolence?
Even shame, when it comes, shrinks from its presence.
To watch fate.
The lover, a fairy-face, ever tender,
The lover, a fairy-face, ever tender,
Bloom unveils, as color descends, surrenders.
To watch fate.
This craving, this habit, never to be appeased,
A heart so fragile, breath brings it unease.
To watch fate, and then envy the self,
To watch fate.
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