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The product of love is ransomed by obligation Which takes the name of family's honorable call. Isolating dates are made aimed at negotiation Cloaked robberies that take you away from it all. You go, you say you know it's for the best, Projecting someday futures where a prize is won. They seem so sincere and well-intentioned, while Bit by bit their goals are realized and yours undone. No sacrifice too great for them, they are the dearer, Since your loss was theirs, their gain seems yours as well, But into that pleasant trap he draws you nearer Where promises of paradise can spin the fires of hell. So step by step you yield to subtle pressures, Though from here your distant gaze I still can see, Earnest desire cannot compete with shrewd manoeuvre And the beckoning treasure seems reality. So as the frost crystallizes Saturday Morning Haze The quiet candle from old passion breeds new steam Again I feel the violence of each crime and craze Numbers on a dial for me, for you a mirror that must seem a dream . . .