What do your blinded eyes perceive, within the heart's deep core?
Do you not see the price that love must pay, here on this shore?
Friend, here, all are consumed, your heart will shatter, understand,
That every tender feeling, love itself, is bought throughout the land.
This life, a riddle, none can truly know,
This life, a riddle, none can truly know,
This life, a puzzle, in its secret flow.
What hues do you seek in this world, bereft of grace?
Each face a deception, the old deceit, time cannot erase.
What you claim as yours, tomorrow's dream,
Belongs to another, it would seem.
Have you not grasped that love, in all its truth, is sold?
This life, a riddle, none can truly hold,
This life, a riddle, none can truly know,
This life, a puzzle, in its secret flow.
A madman's throng, a fevered, desperate plea,
All beggars of the heart, eternally.
Pious to Mammon, they kneel and pray,
Did you not see this, every passing day?
Beggars of the heart, they wander, lost and frail,
Servants of the coin, behind the painted veil.
Did you not see this truth, or turn away your gaze?
This life, a riddle, in its winding maze,
This life, a riddle, none can truly know,
This life, a puzzle, in its secret flow.
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