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never my love
Is our love found in solitude
Are our passions found in our fears
Is life beyond all aptitude
Don’t we repay sins in arrears
Credit so as to seduce us
Falls and burdens to invite pause
Only to avert in disgust
And be soothed by some other cause
Why be rattled by token words
As the pagan might by his faith
To the slaughter will go the herds
Dignity is reduced to wraith
For living and wisdom are one
Yes, such are its vicissitudes
Found in strength where once there were none
And to the highest altitudes
Go the fearless that they might soar
Ready with olive branch aloft
And open-mindedness for sure
It is with freedom they set off
Vexed by false courage they’re employed
Thus, a story of victory
And rendered in riddle yet buoyed
An enigma, not history
For they were not to Versailles born
Hall of mirrors — or invite call
They bask in reflections — their storm
Departing for another fall
And rise as proud stalwarts in ire
Glance again even spirits dire
