Bare
What sort of trickery
As brought misery
On this house made of dream
Burned in the tears, a stream
I know I'd swore it wouldn't come to this
There is no penance for me in all this
I've failed you, I realise, quite accutely
And that's why I offer my hand so feebly
Would you show me mercy?
Grant me some complacency?
But then, you did knock my hand away
I guess I've lost everything on this day
This one morning solemn in May
When the sun beamed, a ray
Illuminating this court we used to share
As I die, can you see I offered myself bare?
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