Where my lonely beliefs are revealed as impromptu
How what I had become, became all that I shall do
Only willing your good, am I found to live truly
All that's woven and worn to be bourne from this loom
May now freely be claimed in your soulful eyes aria
I am now my desire; as you live, so do I
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