CII
I boasted among men that I had known you. They see
your pictures in all works of mine. They come and ask me, 'Who is
he?' I know not how to answer them. I say, 'Indeed, I cannot tell.'
They blame me and they go away in scorn. And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes out
from my heart. They come and ask me, 'Tell me all your meanings.' I
know not how to answer them. I say, 'Ah, who knows what they mean!'
They smile and go away in utter scorn. And you sit there smiling.
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