I quiver til I shake,
I tremble,
But won't break,
When approaching you.
My heart, I won't foresake,
You'll not know my mistake,
Although my ground will quake,
When I'm nearing you.
You see, I will retake
The joys, not my heartache,
The day I drive the stake
Deep inside of you;
And finish building the fence
To separate we two.
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