Our waltz soothe this blindness
We have suffered as we yearn
For this same blank happiness
That managed all our concerns.
What force carries us onwards;
Fair to our sole wish to love,
Grills our oneness real hard;
That its aroma is sensed above.
That urge we often fear to fight,
Chokes us with its vague numb.
And with time simply waited out,
To our worldly ties we do succumb.
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