Muse, whisper so, can you hear
You must hear me call you,
I am the other side of you
The troubles suffered,
Until now enormous and never-endin',
Were passed with patience,
Hopin' to be found and consoled
Of havin' lost your love
But now, finally found;
Must try to remove my fervent, desperate
And disconsolate, forever desire
O, Muse, the visions! of you not wantin' me
If I do not want, even need,
And you do not want to love me
I want to be, and I have to be,
If not that, which, to be your love,
To be the other side of you
Have not begun to love another,
Nor go out of my high plains,
Dispersed, nor become a legend of the fall
Remember, that you were so many storms
And the price that was paid for penance
You can say that I died for you,
Kept in your prison, for you,
Not to be another's prey,
Like your want made another
Other side of you
Yes harsh fortunes have always been
Constant moods and souls still virgin
And you fortold, not sold
Do not bury your delight here
The sorrow that I feel is that,
Which I will soon die; but just let me
Not disappear nor be vilified soon
For I am the other side of you
Destinies designed by fixed devotions
Eternally earned by mixed emotions
Allowed to come with you
To be the other side of you
(if over time my prayers permit)
To catch up to me, as I cannot die
As your other side,
Which I do not lie
As your other side,
Or from your pride
Penetrate my feelings;
That, for you so kind,
Shall easily grant and allow
You promise the price
That I have paid,
Which I promise to repay
If this will not do, I can only die
I want to finish my misery,
If not to be your other side,
And for a sign that I do not want,
Refer you to our learnin' of the verse
Or for that matter to boil
Down the point of love brought to you
You are the other side of me
I am the other side of you
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