Free to bear happiness
that inside me may grow
loving kindred spirit.
Torn away, my habbit friend,
who like drunkard wined
with me I know intoxication
Though I wished it joyful.
Still if once before
I may not settle nor ignore
that I saw nor that which is.
The road has but one way
I can take and speak
of it no more.
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