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I feel despair

Gripping my heart

When forced to think of her

Oh be gentle, Spare me this...

Bring forth thy beauty, bring forth thy bliss

Your wish answered

I fuel the lust

The cure is severed

Through amorous thrusts

I should have known

I should have thought

Thou art none to own

And now I die

I wish depletion

To slay this wound

A true desire

For the taunting tomb