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"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!"
I see you there without me,
And then think how we can not be.
She fears her and always ask
What fated her to choose her.
And when my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies.
And though my heart doth surrender
I know it simply defies.
I smiled at death
She smiled to me
All because we couldn't be.