Yes, I am mad, and if I crave, I could writhe,
I could reshape the law, in beauty's private hearth.
Defeat is but defeat; I could walk on coals of fire.
My beloved, my friend, no, this is not it.
My untamed nature begins elsewhere.
My untamed nature begins elsewhere.
Let the world pass by at this same pace,
Let desires suffocate and die within my heart,
Let your tresses scatter upon my shoulders.
My beloved, my friend, no, this is not it.
My beloved, my friend, no, this is not it.
My untamed nature begins elsewhere.
My untamed nature begins elsewhere.
One day, I shall snatch the madness of falsehood,
I shall shatter, shatter the vanity of this world.
And may the very blood of 'I' flow.
This spectacle alone is Love's pride's desire.
This spectacle alone is Love's pride's desire.
This is the demand, my friend, of my very essence.
This is the demand, my friend, of my very essence.
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