I, whom Narcissus sometimes visited
told me the truth of his tale
that none of his fellow brethren
could come to love his visage pale
So off he ran and settled
down by the crystal clear pond
and peered and saw his visage
of blue eyes and curls blond
nearby was cursed Echo, witness to the view
as he uttered the words none would tell him
'I love you'
and the cursed Echo echoed back
'I love you'
In this state he wasted
many eons of time and day
eventually Narcissus got up
and paid me a visit today
and now I stand before my mirror
the truth before me could not be clearer
none could come to love my visage pale
So I'll tell myself 'I love you'
till my tongue fall off or fail
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