| Let me tell you a secret, one from
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| accross the divide; |
| when I saw you
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| with her that day, I…
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| …I don’t know how I felt,
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| to be honest. |
| Confused, maybe,
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| at first and sad, because of the usual,
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| but just for a moment…-
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| and then it all changed.
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| Because there was also another
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| sensation, one I had never
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| encountered before:
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| a genuine pleasance,
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| a warmth overcame me, and I was
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| surprised that the only cause for this
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| was the fact that YOU were happy,
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| and to witness this fortune
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| that wasn’t my own, was enought yet
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| for me to abandon my sadness
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| and delight in the joy…
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| …that you clearly had found.
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| But then, as it is with a mind that is
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| tidal, at the end of the day the sadness
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| returned, along with the cruelty of my
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| condition: forever denied… what now
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| became hers.
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| To put it more bluntly: I pitied myself.
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| I sat there and cried and sobbed like
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| a fool that nature had built me in such
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| a foul way…- that I will never be
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| what she is to you.
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| Yet, as I compared my grey solitude
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| to the golden halo of your blissful joy,
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| that warmth from before once more
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| overcame me and stayed in my heart
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| till this very day.
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| So, let me tell you a secret now:
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| it’s almost like I am no longer myself,
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| I am bathed in a wonderful feeling…-
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| for I now that you’re happy and well. |