Did the verdant witch sing you a lullaby to your death?
Did you think it was sunrise instead of sunset?
How slow was the slow train that you thought was a jet?
Could you have conjectured before you placed your bet?
And did you think your beast of love needed a vet?
Is a promise to freedom just a fractured outlet?
Did the dream become the monster causing you to fret?
We have too many illusions that can only cause distress
Should I say this love is like a mirror in retrospect
that shows you that it was deceit in what was reflect?
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