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a moth to the candle, Am chained by a glance from your eye. If I shun you, the world is in darkness; If I seek my desire, I die.

I hide 'neath the wings of my fancy, I seek out my room's darkest shade; Your shining still follows me ever, Till I fly to my doom unafraid.

And yet, in my seeking I shun you, In shunning I seek for love's sake; My wings will draw near you, not save me, Like a bird's 'neath the eye of a snake.

Have pity; I watched from my shadow A brother's wings fall 'neath your touch. Loved you not the joy of his flitting? Or is pride's cold victory such