Again I shall love
And lie
Displace and pretend
Nothing's there
To face all new which already
So known, so absolute
I do desire gratification
To wake my meson with gracing fire
Again I shall yearn
And hide, repress and pretend
Nothing's there
To face disgrace which already so loud
So echoing
Alone, I can allow until tickling
Alone, I can allow meson to spread