My world blooms beautiful in my sight,
If I could, I'd spill my heart on the light.
Why, brother, for what, and the reason why?
My heart, it is a lover, a love-lorn cry.
My heart, it is a lover, alight,
Oh, my heart, a lover, burning bright,
Sometimes for this, sometimes for that,
This cruel heart, it has gone mad, where it's at.
My heart, it is a lover, a love-lorn plea,
Oh, my heart, a lover, wild and free,
This is a tale, a falsehood spun,
Alas, a tale that's been falsely begun.
Never be proud, don't you dare presume,
This life, it is fragile, consumed.
This is a tale, a fabricated art,
Oh, my heart, a lover, at the start.
I yearn to meet the faces of grace,
That is why I entangle with beauty's embrace.
I am a moth drawn to the flame,
Sane, yet still, in madness I claim.
This is my truth, and nothing more,
A colorful story, forever to soar.
Whomever I gaze upon, cannot flee,
Such is my aim, wild and free,
My heart, it is a lover, in a trance,
Alas, a tale, a fickle dance.
When the candle burns, moths descend,
Like you, a thousand, their journeys extend.
What is love, what is it that you know?
First, know yourself, and let your true colors show.
I tell you now, hear my plea,
Believe it, or let it be.
Love one, and only one, let it be real,
To hurt all, is a fate that you feel.
This is a tale, a lie you seek,
Oh, my heart, a lover, forever to speak.
Teach me love, and I'll be bound,
If you learn love, sorrow profound.
My life, it will then find its way,
In love's fire, it will decay.
And if I find that I can bear,
Then my world, it will be rare.
Let someone love, let them show,
Now is the time, let this flow,
My heart, it is a lover, in a dream,
Oh, my heart, a lover, it would seem.
Never be proud, don't you dare presume,
This life, it is fragile, consumed.
This is a tale, a fabricated art,
Oh, my heart, a lover, at the start.
This is a tale, a fabricated art,
Oh, my heart, a lover, forever to impart.
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