Insanity they shall label
Often seen in soft measure
Not all kept in one table
My heart sings in pleasure
That name lies every day
On my bed after dinner
Nothing left for to say
It shines in all weather
Mine alone is that moment
I lost a part of sadness
Searching a mate ardent
In the race of wildness
We are apart in light
Closer tales are bright
In silence up delight
Loss I see not a fright
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