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The chains of uncertainty Are wrapped around my shoulders The weight of unfulfilled desire Hangs down like heavy boulders The handcuffs of misery Chafe my wrists like knives The leg irons of loneliness Hold me fast when the pain arrives But like Atlas held the sky A crushing burden like none have known Immutable I bear my lot Until the day I turn to stone I wait for the tiny moth To flutter on my brow Only the love of the tiny moth Can help me keep my vow |