Love, perhaps not, but madness will do,
Love, perhaps not, but madness will do,
My madness, your fame, a truth askew.
Love, perhaps not, but madness will do.
We are not enemies, not truly,
We are not enemies, not truly,
If strangers love you, that's their decree.
If strangers love you, that's their decree.
Do we abandon loyalty's flame?
Do we abandon loyalty's flame?
Love, if not, then hardship, the same.
Love, if not, then hardship, the same.
Love, perhaps not, but madness will do,
My madness, your fame, a truth askew.
Love, perhaps not, but madness will do.
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