Yes, oh love that truly bleeds,
My thoughts are thines, my heart,
My tongue, my soul that wither
And strays too much.
I seek for thee into the night,
Hoping to find the love which
Will sustent me for life.
I find not thee, nor will I ever,
I meet the end of a knife
With disturbing endeavour.
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