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Iím frightened of your beauty
My dread is your refusal
I need more than before
To render this illusion

Gold and amber soothing
Fear and dread dismembered
Life is no illusion
Odors now of heather

Confusion in completion
Seclusion in my place
A child now becoming
My fear is master race

How is this unending
For love of life the sake
Is my delusion mending
Is my confusion fake

Unheard of thought and speeches
Random case and point
Fears of loathing humans
Trains of pious joints

I love the race I harbor
I love the one I want
I feel the rented pyres
I feel the souls that taunt

I am the end of nothing
I live to ascertain
We are: full intent is
We are all the same

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