Do not be sad, for I love you
With a love which will never lie,
And which is written with starlight
Across the moon-burnt sky.
Do not pine, for I'm coming
To claim your heart as my own;
My blood’s in a clamor without you
And my voice just a lonely moan.
Do not pretend indifference
When someone offers a life,
For without the love of any,
Days are a thankless strife.
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