Have you ever known love's prowess?
That makes you weak-kneed and powerless
It'll force to do things you won't do
To believe the sky black is true
You'll see your dreams with open eyes
And feel the truth invented lies
To be so early when you're late
Then run away when you should wait
To feel crowded when you are sole
And live the world, but without soul
To feel excited when you're down
Likewise a slave wearing a crown
Instead of laughing you will cry
So without wings you'll think to fly
You'll find your way, but in nowhere
And see the sweet dream as nightmare
You'll see the lion also a lamb
Instead of praising you might damn
You'll feel your heart burning atoms
And think your soul is mere phantoms
Here's enough to set off the end
And not go on so not to bend
To wish your death and then to lose
And that's the way love's prowess goes
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