Love me is what I ask of you
lest my days be swathed in winter hue
lest the sun no longer burn so bright
that the day should become like night
For love not returned
would leave me scarred and leave
me burned, leave me desperate
torn apart, a shell with just a broken heart
lest my days be swathed in winter hue
lest the sun no longer burn so bright
that the day should become like night
For love not returned
would leave me scarred and leave
me burned, leave me desperate
torn apart, a shell with just a broken heart
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