From the horizon of spiritual land
She pulls me out and make me see
A physical counterpart
And the material myth.
Oh dear, I thought, for you I will return,
For truth seen through love is always a beau.
And watched the most lovely mirage
And forgot it, and felt as if it is not.
She made me see the effect of love
But couldn’t prove a sacrifice.
And I was left abandoned again at last.
Now, that mystical horizon beckons me again.
And I gain my path back into that.
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