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Your heart was forc'd to choose without its beat
'Twas for the wealthiest lone gentleman—
Who offer'd all his gold, his throne and seat
To you as time foretold his will and plan,
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You never said the rules of love till then…
What you have said was there's a place of tryst,
And yet no other birds would sing again:
As with their solitudes are with the breeze,
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One festive night along the passage hall
'Tis where I saw thine eyes that tells a verse?
It whisper'd love, a love that I can call,
Thro' gala's harp as old as universe.
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O dear, you hide your beauteous new form—
Of singularity to whom you love,
And showing that you're just a simple norm?
For reason of you don't want to get snob?
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