Behind your misery lies a very wise mind
A cunning sharp rivalry undoubtedly calm and kind
Before you realize the shock the bullet has passed
The magic is done and the spell has been cast..
And you still wonder in the meadows thinking
As futile as escaping a Bermuda with ship sinking
An itch , a lust, a crave and those bewitched eyes
And nothing else is left but with truth that you deny.
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