Foe or friend
I chase no more
Of Cesar’s stag1
For such a pain it’s brought
Its bounds have torn
My heart to rags
Such a deceiving hart2
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It looks as if its beauty
is only undone to you
Now I just look back and see
All the deceiving you had to do
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With it, such trickery
A blinding ruse I could not see
“The wool pulled over my eyes”
No one more blind than me
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Now stripped of that - ungodly cloak
I shall hunt again
But now - with more acknowledgment
To know -
If foe, or friend.