To whom should my love be given?
The clouds give hint to this, I pray.
For the days of sweet youth shall end
Without thought, I fear what to say.
Bounded by dreams I do not own
Save for friends; passions that give hope.
The path I've chosen, as I've known,
Gives no joy to those who can't cope.
From all this my dreams are all built
All the pain from this I'll endure
Without hesitation or guilt
I'll leave all mistruths that shall lure.
For in my suffering, love waits
And leaves me to the test of fates
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