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Reliance It is perfection That compels me, Not love, my dear, Be untroubled - be absent - Suffocate your tears With the pillow I lent you, Let my first touch Be to you a commitment. It is dreams, Not reality, my dear, That haunts you - Even the most robust coins Forfeit luster When attempting to buy them. Be numb - be vacant - Let your embers wane For the smoke intrigues me. It is time to cherish respite - Have sense, my dear, Contain yourself From disputing your chains Yesterday I bout a book of verse - Later I'll sing a placid tune - Be patient, my dear, For I alone will keep you sane.
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