When we professed our loyalty's claim,
A smile played upon their lips, a whispered game.
To live in separation, a future foreseen,
As they began to test courage, sharp and keen.
Fear holds my tongue, lest secrets unfold,
As they speak of things, stories yet untold.
No escape for my soul, it seems,
As indifference blooms, in passionate streams.
You must accept the truth, the pain we bear,
If we speak of the heart's deep despair.
Service of submission, a trial severe,
And we, too, begin to evade, to disappear.
The hour of parting, a heavy blow on 'Hali',
As we sat, watching, as they began to go.
The hour of parting, a heavy blow on 'Hali',
As we sat, watching, as they began to go.
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