All the things I've never said could fill this novel in my head.
As if the years had tempered me to know much better than to talk-
I give my secrets to those who win them within my heart and in my bed-
and if they err but for the grace of god, I walk.
As if I could believe in things like a spirit and a soul-
my mind is tempered and my heart: cold-
it's how I protect these thoughts I hold.
For everything I've never known, I'm glad I did not mount that throne.
For I've been far too south to see the north-like heaven's mysteries:
I must wander or I must conquer and for what I am I must atone
and if I err, then pray for me: dark, silent tranquility.
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