Help me tell Mr. Slessor
That she is my censor
I wouldn't want to turn and not see her
Otherwise, he would be a story long forgotten.
I gave her my heart
Though am not William Turner.
Am giving you the fact.
At the lost of her
There will be a lost of heart.
But before i fall
His grave must fill.
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