My heart is sober, for reasons I can't apprehend.
It is heavy and digresses from my sought for being light.
I know not if this is caused by the pain of my other soul.
I know not if this achy maunders are sent to me from far.
I wish for my twin soul to be joyous and contempt.
Then my soul be in glee, for I would mirror thy glee as well.
And, then my mournful heart, should feel thy joyous heart,
merry with joy, still sent to me from afar.
It is heavy and digresses from my sought for being light.
I know not if this is caused by the pain of my other soul.
I know not if this achy maunders are sent to me from far.
I wish for my twin soul to be joyous and contempt.
Then my soul be in glee, for I would mirror thy glee as well.
And, then my mournful heart, should feel thy joyous heart,
merry with joy, still sent to me from afar.
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