Break the Spell of Your Magic,
Lest this Charade Spins,
From the Whirlwind of Your Sighs,
This Gift nothing but half-truths and lies;
Yet my Heart’s Imaginings do not Alter,
Or the Charade You’ve Spun might unwittingly Falter.
Through this Tempest, Hold fast and Smile;
Your Gift to me this most Charming Guile!
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