Would I whittle my opinions away, if it would help calm your fray
Might I release my joy of things, drowning my delight for when the robin sings
Shall I set my hope afloat, arrow knocked to light its pyre upon a boat
What more would you have of me, in the pursuit of harmony
Would you care for my soul, my being edited to match a role
Will you keep me as you find me, or will you ask to change the key.
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