I do it because I cannot do otherwise
than being not before your eyes.
I do it because it looks a compromise
that kills me so you may rise.
I do it because I need to disguise
this soul, this heart and its cries.
I do it because I'd heard your sighs
and thought for once, to be wise.
I do it because, although, a surprise,
I know you'll someday surmise
that I do it because I see what lies
ahead of this day as my prize.
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