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I bleed for thee

I die for thee

That is all don’t you see

For art thou a villain

For art thou a hero

Thy own will is to kill

Thy own will is to spill

To kill or be killed

Thine eyes see beauty of sort

The time thou sees it is short

Thou can’t stand to be without thine beauty

She is the sun while I am the east

Thou would like the sun to rise in the fair maiden sky

And stay up forever till thou die

For staring to long thine eyes begin to bleed

Thine beauty is one of a white steed

So gorgeous in the light

So luminous in the night

I love thee till the day thou dies

Till the day I am in the night skies