Lifè s puppeteers, whoever may they be
are certainly fond of toying with me;
After long searching for love,
I found myself falling for one.
I thought her placed wonderfully in my vision;
of course I did, she was my own creation.
So foolish as to think the dream real,
now I'm even grieving in knowing her forever disappeared.
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