When I think of you chained
To someone else's happiness,
The twinkling bells of light,
Fastened to the sable mantle of the night,
Rain on earth their evanescent tears.
If you were mine,
And mine alone ,
Everything would fall in place proper:
The mosaic of my shattered ego.
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