Thou art heavy with thine voice
No path for me, no even choice
I behold thine windy face
To beg thou hold me, grace
Thou whip me with thine hair
To touch, to be burnt, if I dare
Love insanity, love lust, love year
No pain, no shame, no fear
Digging the heavens, to find thou
My fallen angel, let me confide
On thou, to die, my dying bride
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Very sorrowful feelings expressed in a highly rhythmic manner. Great