On a moonlit night with just the moon along,
You I have thought about, You I have found,
In only Your rhythm, in only Your song.
Light upon the darkness You alone pour;
Ourselves, we bring whets of ebon.
With all sincerity You adore;
While, among us, all is devious...
At mouth we say one thing; and in deeds, another–
Pots of poison without candor.
Only You know how to love,
As You deem everyone Your own person.
You fetch near those who are distant;
Friend or foe, You don't make distinction.
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Do we but pretend to love? Or is it that we are at best imitative?
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