Your eyes bleed in gloomy days
So love me and change your ways
Care not for your, or mine fame
Make your choice, love, or name?
To passion and vigour, do tame
You may face otherwise, shame
Captive and bold is your breath
Certain I am, of my death
Last smile I remember, was so pale
My heart was tied in your love's bale
Where did my mortal love, then go?
It moved, I know, to and fro!
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