Long have my eyes been open,
Longer has my chest been sealed.
Over the years I have seen my soul chosen
Out of the tears and all the pitiful appeals,
Vainly arguing for a wandering heart.
Vicious am I for leaving and crueler to stay.
Exalted is Cupid and his darts,
Ever dispensing the joy and the pain.
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