I'm left within confusion
born out of misinterpretation.
How can love alone be an ambition?
Don't try to tell me your version.
If I can have a vision,
and get out of this prison,
Then I'd take my very own poison,
which Romeo drank with all his passion.
I once asked the great baron,
what's the purpose of protection?
As I announce my prediction,
a war is just another fashion.
So for whatever my years land on,
sing, and the Christmas Tree's on.
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