You left my rose
On G-sharp,
And when I rose
That same note
strummed on your harp.
My heart could not say
what you've done
with one key.
Stay turned away.
Why fight a dead resistance?
Why pursue with blind persistence?
No,
not even a shadow remains;
You've hid your face
from what may
bring light to why
you always chose to deny
the feelings you had.
All those free hours,
Up 'till two,
You know were spent
Not for you to never choose.
You felt, but no,
you never chose.
You let that note
do all the talking,
a G-sharp...
(of all things,
of all languages.)
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