Through all those sad nights
And each of those rude sights
For every mean word I atter
I never regarded that as any matter
When arrived those days of anger
When no care I intended to tender
While in your heart was doubtful love
Under the darkness of a difficult life
In capacity I confess
that I honor our progress
And I always rejoice
On every minute I so you in many joys
When you smile with your lips
And laugh out loud along your ribs
I love that out of love
And I will never fight it out of anger
And for that
I live to realise
that it is true love
And I will never improvise
Let me assure you
I love the love
And I will fight away, the fight
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