An urge is buried in my heart,
that rankles me, vie with me...
O world! Such is the pain..
Please! Die with me..
She went away, far away..
I had always have her be..
But one wish does a Love have..
To shame the love in her eye..
But clever she never looked at me..
My insulted eye..Cry with me.
This sharp memory would crush me..
with pikes and pricks of old love..
Like a jilted belle, it hovers in head..
no place to hide but by being dead..
A world full of shrewd Love..
ought not to sully the Loves..
Sob! Sob! and lie with me...
Thou lovely traitor-ed...
Smile! Die with me.
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