The fear

It isn't my cup of tea!
I look at my glassy picture:
In eyes I have seen the fear -
The fear, who make me victor...

I go right through hills and dales!
I hide in my sleeve this feeling
And set my teeth... I take dare
Of fear, who make me winner...

In heaven I've met my dear
Sun-leveret. It's white as camphor...
In gleam I have noted fear -
The fear, who make me alpha...


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