You were the realms of fancy
So prettified with smiles!
With caress you were wealthy
On my unreal isles!
Seduced by Hope, poor liar,
I did all as you want,
Increasing dark cold fire,
Denying to cut the knot.
But future seemed so dreamy
While love taught us to hate.
…Now it rebellows in me
Like heartbeat, last and late…
You Were The Realms of Fancy...
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