Over sills, over the hill
I live, yet I fail,
My love so deep
Yet he sleeps
Forever
And ever
My tears
For whom I fear
Whose face
So lifelessly encased
Sleep deeply my love
For I will be gone my dove
My sun
You shun
Me with your sleep
My heart you keep
My death, I'm gone
Your death, your done
Life for life
Death from a knife
My serenity
My feminity
Your face so peaceful
Mine is needful
To bury in your chest
But I'm gone and you're dead
My tears
Your Kiss
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