O 3

.

You are strange

You are foreign

Out of range

Out of my reign

I admire

You from afar

I desire

That which you are

This sweet fire

May indeed char

On the pyre

Under the star

My lone soul

My open heart

Of a fool

I play the part

But is he

Not in this life

Incompris

Far from all strife

.

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