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What is a dream to my being,
To justify the way it takes wing,
And opens my eyes to seeing,
Uplifting my soul to believing.

What is an emotion to my soul,
To leave it feeling so whole,
Yet depriving me of all control,
As it reorients my visionary goal.

What is a lie to my integrity,
To bereave me of any nobility,
In a world where all is empty,
Yet somehow demands morality.

What is love to my heart,
To bind me to this art,
Refusing me to be apart,
From the one I knew from the start.