I'm not here, I have lost myself
This is not me, I'm somewhere else
In a place where I do not strive
Lost, but to be found, in plain sight
Lost to all sensation to rest of the world,
For all its worth, what have I to learn?
And on what, I ask, shall I live to dwell
For having wrong'd you; I wrong'd myself...
"If love be blind, love cannot hit its mark
If lover be wise, he not love'd from the start"
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