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I want to die while you love me

while yet you hold me fair

while laughter lies upon my lips

and lights are in my hair

i want to die while you love me

i could not bear to see

the glory of this perfect day

grow dim or cease to be

i want to die while you love me

oh! who would care to live

till love has nothing more to ask

and nothing more to give

I want to die while you love me

and bear to that still bed

your kisses, turbulent, unspent

to warm me when i'm dead.