Truth to be told.

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Love,  the unjust entity,
Smoke fills in the room,
And nothing pervades this hue,
None may love me,
None may see me,
But if it is this world's promise,
Then let it be the warmth of time,
Let it sow the seeds of plight.
Truth to be told,
love even beguiles me.

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