or so it might at first seem.
With such a great self-esteem
you´re wondering what I mean?
I won´t tell you, really.
To spoil the whole thing? Silly...
You should find out by yourself,
no book round it in a shelf.
The green´s better than blue is,
is this some kind of a quiz?
The answer is hard to find...
Ask someone who´s not so blind.
How to find it, do you ask,
that´s not such an easy task.
I mentioned it, you ponder:
"Why such a dizzy yonder?"
No straight answer, nor a clue,
questions in my mind, they grew!
I won´t answer, really.
To spoil the whole thing? Silly...
Staring at me won´t help you,
but you can join this long queue.
Then, maybe you will find out,
maybe, it will clear all doubt.
But a crowd is hard to trust,
all inside are full of rust.
No one to trust, their words dust,
indeed, tell me, do you must?
Any means necessary,
knowledge, you want to carry:
A swell party did I had,
a hint left: the end was bad.
A fine lady did I met,
a stare from her made my sweat.
Dressed in that vivid duet
I will have her, yeah, abet!
"Don´t be a stranger round here,
come to me, I am the seer." -
While seeking desperately,
I forgot bout the entry. -
Won´t continue, really.
To spoil the whole thing? Silly...
Nevertheless, we ended
in my bed, well that´s splendid!
Her eyes were blue, my wife´s green;
her gaze so honest, frank, keen.
"Now I have to let you be
with your desire for me."
I did tell her, really.
Spoiling my marriage... Silly.
One is gone, the other too,
sweet and bitter moods a few.
Now I´m stronger, now I know,
cupid´s Bastard with his bow.
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