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Walk if you must
on the trail of love
O’ virtuous damsel
This trail leads to the valley of sorrows
stripping you of your innocence
stealing your robes
like mischievous Krishna
leaving your soul bare
It rips you of your self
of your ability to turn back
You complete the journey
with eyes raining the tears of blood
O’ fair damsel
Desire nibbles on your being
on your will
on your being
You are consumed by your passion
by your love
little by little
O’ innocent damsel
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