A fire burns within me
Whenever she's with you
My inside is all ashes
And I wish she were too
My body's always aching
this different kind of pain
The rattle's always shaking
For she shall soon be slain
Of course you wouldn't want me
I've committed far too much wrong
I'll hang beneath this oak tree
While the birds just sing their song.
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