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I don't understand
your heart in your hand
begging her to accept you.
You should take a stand
it would be so grand
if you just let her go.
But still you persist
your whiles can't resist
the siren calls that beckon.
Follow if you must
for I do trust
the judgement that proceeds you.
But if you don't fly
I won't say goodbye
even if I should.
For you are my friend
until the bitter end
with or without your lady.