O, Deities and Nymphs! Of the road hasn't been easy.
Of those myriad tears in my eyes that looks me pity
Of those sleepless nights, of those sombre days;
And of those plaintiveness hides within my eyes
— now it flees.
But I couldn't believe why he chose me.
Yes! He is younger than me and it' s okay.
His weird actions impresses me ecstatically.
It' s him whom I called my endearing man,
And wouldst still be adored by me like the sun;
It goes up and down that dusk shines with enthusiasm.
And now since he came, with the spirit like Virgil.
A peachy keen and young as him cast my eye,
He wasn't so serious and interested to me
Which pierced my heart to shed blood and fleet in dale.
But me, maybe can bear the brunt as long as he's mine.
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