“Please die.” I’d understand, if but
I could imagine those tears
Welling inside my own eyes, shut:
And they have fallen on Dead ears.
For Love should not be lightly cleft –
Nor is it worth it, anymore:
You had me believing – you’d left.
And thus - who is there to die for?
But look! Do we not know to Live?
Yet more, an Angel I heard:
Reminding me love’s born to give:
But might I die, gets the last word.
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whoa this is a wicked as piece mate! i like i like!
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like it!
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that's so sad it's good it has a feeling of a love gone wrong
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