Her beauty is not mine
and so it fades without protest;
it is sanded down to desert
as I fain disinterest.
She sleeps away her folly
and in silence I agree,
for my claim on her is lesser
than the claim she has on me.
If she wastes away in darkness
who would dare assign me blame?
It is not my place to shine
though I feel guilty just the same.
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