You were the sleeping beauty
And I a shadow – your courtier
On all of our puzzled journeys
At best, I was merely a follower
On our tangled routes I would
Interrogate your mystery, your art
As if some secret formula
Could unlock your frozen heart
There was no hope for me
No magic, no fleeting touch
Could cure my melancholy
And no kiss could ever wake you
Even in the deepest wood
I loved you; you never understood
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