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I told a mystery to myself
That I couldn't keep that well
You came, a lantern in your hand
I stopped and you were in command
I tried to hide a little while
From the truth that lay inside your smile
I took a little wooden box
wherein the mystery was locked
The truth is that I never could
Describe this good enough to be a king
with you as queen, or is this what I mean