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I, to kingdom of the muse aspire
And you with such a madness always shrink;
But although I have reasons to desire
That you were made for me, I do not think.

Ah! Lady you are so much self-engrossed
That limited I- but can not satisfy
In any way your needs and feel harassed.
From all attachments hence I run and fly.

I tried so hard but all was so futile;
Your worldly nature did not appreciate-
The warmth of my feelings. Lack of guile
Your guarded visage could not penetrate.

And hence I stayed a sage and all alone,
And all alone would be – when I am gone.

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