In the reign of love whence hope is born
In a tear I dwell, smile's best friend
Am weary of bars, in past and to come
On a feather I float over the mount of doom
A tease the beguiling sun is, the moon a rouge
Morbid the heart is, thoughts a wondrous refuge
Prudence a mere solace, Oh! sweet is the folly
Stifling the uttered is, soothing the word sorry
Odor to fragrance, bitter to sweet, blindly truth to lie
I willingly drown in the ocean of dreams, innocent, cheap on sly
Lo! the sweet torture, Behold the kingdom of hearts
In a blue bubble I fly, above the land it ends where it starts
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