Monster, oh! evil
devour thou own bairn,
Looking with one eye
frighten with thee essence
with monstrous fright
ye ordain a fight.
Thou ain't know
where ye destine
what is thee quarry
why thy hauteur.
Thy will be thee
Thou vacillation
crush under firm vanity
push away thee precious
toll to die alone.
Bairn love entrusted
with free thoughts
capture to suffocate
in golden cage,
forced to love
thy mistake.
Far away
far away
the sound of Nightingale
sing the winning war
still thy loose to thyself.
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