O’ speaker of my words,
we seek the wandering star.
In the twelfth night we fall
as you rise with hopeless scar.
Her world, allay, from
misunderstood passion we sought.
For I had to fight my blood off my hands
I had no fraught when I fought.
They are neither man nor woman,
to as I felt my spirit rising with my soul.
For I want,
for I have to be,
for I shall be the one whom is whole.
Who listens when I plea,
who listens when I cry,
whom is my emotion that I want to be.
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