Now cut my throat or pinch my vain,
Untill my blood ran down like rain.
If u ain't love then kill my soul,
My world fade, i lost the whole
If you may be happy by seperation of your's and mine,
Then either drop me in the grave or give me the love wine.
But save my eyes, went them free;
My body lies but I will see,
Then don't visit my grave oh you ruin
Hold thee eyes that filled with shun,
Shall i care or went to grave,
Oh! My phil now be brave..
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