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May 22, 2008 - 12:11 PM PST

Your hair is a vine, hangs down o’er your eyes
Which pierce me deeper than you’ll ever know
For you every day I fall and I rise
For you my heart weeps it ebbs and it flows
I cry in woe for my love you know naught
And I’m always wanting to hold you close
You are the pearl which I’ve searched and I’ve sought
Beauty that women seem to want the most
Alas we can never be together
Because we belong to two distinct castes
An untouchable alone forever
You, sweet lady, for your love I am chaste
I want what I know I can’t ever hold
Hence forth I’ll be always alone and cold