I'll say a thousand goodbyes.
But do I really mean "Hello"?
I make men jealous, sparks fly
My own mind, I do not know.
I pout, I dream, I toy with life
Is this tristesse or happiness to be?
I don't want to bend and break
Oh, how I love my Liberty!
I want an equal, not a rope
around my neck, to drag me down.
Against some arrows, I'll defend,
or should I always stand my ground?
Sweet fruit of life, let go of strife,
Your Muse and Soul, let me be!
Forget tristesse and wink at me,
Your Lady and your mystery.
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