I am dying,
from the hand that is mine,
farewell sad sighing,
from those sweet lips of thine,
love and protector,
in the throes,
of the poisons pain,
the black tear shows,
on my cheek it leaves it's stain,
it will finally fall,
from unseeing eyes,
trace the lips of a doll,
who's beauty defies,
the horror of,
the soul within.
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