Who are these O Haze, who know not the meaning of love,
The one over there, he wants me for the knowledge I happen to possess,
And gives me pieces of worthless metal, to do his petty biddings.
The ignorant one here, she wants me for the comfort that I give her,
Not realizing that it lasts no longer than a mere bubble.
The hopeful ones yonder want me so I shall hold them,
When they tread their last few miles on the passive earth.
And the one beside me, he looks no deeper than my beguiling skin.
Is there no one who can love me true, just for what I am,
A silly little girl in the princess’ robes?
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