Instalasi Sastra - Surrenderity

What a curse I have to face,
In the trembling errors of fate;
Most vindictive to human race,
A hypocrite fools we surely hate.

For thee! I surrender in vain,
But thou vanity serve a sadness;
When my dream of thee mingle in pain,
Unnoticed, thou send me further into darkness.

I’m straying in the abyss of darkness,
When once I trust my soul for thee;
Thy beauty no more than multiple faces,
For I, whose soul is pure and free.

Instalasi Sastra

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