Gaze I upon thee,
Heart strings of mine does thou draw,
Puppet be I,
Puppeteer be thee,
Gladly waltz I to thy twine,
Harken me not to a fool,
For loves call answered I,
Be it my demise,
Be it my rise,
Love thee does I.
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