For what do we owe
Thy pleasure you have stole
For what do we see
Only the reflections to set free
For what do we speak
Such as tongues entangled in beseech
For what do we love
As balance in equal doves of low beneath and high above
For what do we know
Lies the hidden search forever in depths of our buried soul
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