Woman, your beauty is a soul.
Your troubled eyes ponder
All around.

I cannot reprove you
If you cast your love away
For life is not a game

You once were simple
But now, because your beauty shows,
The world is at your feet.
You’re troubled, there’s no doubt,
Though taking pleasure is easy.
You are not corrupted,
But you cannot withstand the will
And the way of the world.
What will you turn to be?

Together we could glide into oblivion
And drown our sorrows with the wine of failure.

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