A wolf you are in borrowed fleece,
With scarlet in your thread.
You speak in smiles and silken peace,
Yet veil the truth instead.
You fooled me once, and once again—
I saw it far too late.
And if you lied to me today,
I’d hold it as my fate.
A wolf you are in borrowed fleece,
With scarlet in your thread.
You speak in smiles and silken peace,
Yet veil the truth instead.
You fooled me once, and once again—
I saw it far too late.
And if you lied to me today,
I’d hold it as my fate.
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