They, who turn from us,
A world in its fury.
To appease them, we must,
To appease the very world.
They, who turn from us,
Which path shall they tread?
Two paths of love diverge,
One for love's embrace,
One for the world's cold gaze.
The storm, a fleeting guise,
The boat, what grievance?
From crest to shore's embrace,
You must drown in it all.
They, who turn from us,
You, my world, you alone.
You, my destiny's core,
A single, tender complaint,
Destiny's mere pretext.
They, who turn from us,
A world in its fury.
They, who turn from us.
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