Shall I then grieve, when you me leave
Two paradises I conceive:
One after life, another's mine
To show you how, now read this line
To talk to you, there it will lie
That one is mine and I don't lie
But when the moment kills your sight
I'll then be punished from that right
I feel so grieved to pay the price
To be banished from paradise
And I swear never ate apples
Nor listened to Satan's fables
My darling beau, my heart my soul
Don't leave me sole rather me call
To be near you at any cost
To give me back paradise lost
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