Flames do drag me far away
And love does settle the sense,
What I miss I know not well
Perhaps your presence .
Persuits, passions,and the pleasure
I am sick of thee ,
What I seek I know not well
Perhaps the captivity .
When ways are lost in even frost ,
With less to get or give ,
When unstirred by distant dreams
We only love to live .
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