An echo of a soul mourning alone
That sees your images when I'm forlorn
If the body sleeps your image it seeks
When the body wakes your image awakes
Let it not bleach, my heartbeat will then cease
For loving you darling, I will not cease
Even if the world bid me beat all beasts
Or bugbear elves, and all spirits and imps
Crush me, mash me and deadly haunt me hence
Loving you darling will really increase
Do not believe a word burn them the fire
Because poets and I are surely liars
Simply, because we definitely do more
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