Let me remain ordinary,
Let me stay without a name,
No need for titles or glory,
No need for fortune or fame.
Don’t call me the moon in the sky,
Or a dream that passes by,
Don’t speak of the desert's embrace,
Or the water’s gentle grace.
Your words will sway me,
And steal my soul away,
They'll pull me from myself,
And lead my heart astray.
Your poetry, your verses,
Will bind me, make me weak,
Don’t break my habits,
With every glance you seek.
Don’t call my eyes pure and shy,
Or my silence serene,
Don’t say my heart is untrue,
Or my gestures unseen.
There’s no need to name me,
Or stain my soul with fame,
Let me remain hidden,
In this quiet, gentle frame.
Let me stay ordinary,
Let me stay without a name,
No need for titles or glory,
No need for fortune or fame.
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