In this lifetime of swirling bliss and blues
There's one hand I'll dare to touch, brave to grasp
Firmly, I will hold on, frightened to lose
Even when throngs tear us apart, we'll clasp
The crowd jeer and spite us, they disagree
They want us broken, so fill us with lies
The death of us will be the death of me
In likeness of Romeo and Juliet's demise
The root of us, so deep, abysmal
With Cupid's arrow striking at first sight
I longed and craved for, but had to stifle
You were Apollo, basking in the light
If this be wronged, we be persecuted
We'll endure, hand in hand, strongly bounded.
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