Leave Me Pain

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Passion and joy once hath thee

Loving caring hath possessed thee

Now why wither, my arms empty

Of your loving burning flame

Now why stab me I resent thee

Now why leave, and scar, and kill me

Now why throw thy love I sent thee

Wither, die, and leave me pain...

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