The dawn rolled into the arena of wordly delight
For it was I being witness to your passing along the pathway
Casting your beauty, carelessly, pleasingly
The rising sun glorified your vanquishing smile
And I blindfolded by charm, failed to see your thorns
of temptable trickery
Here now stands the night
Love lies bleeding
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