I wished to see her gone, gone is she now
Into her hell you stepped, by your own will
Oh, in vain my harp I have played for thou
Only in front of her shalt thou still kneel
My darkness doth thou leave aside for her
My hidden face, thou long not for it, no
You look at her common light, you are sir
Cold to me, back to my hell to go
Never have I your promise had, and yet
My lines I have wasted on you for days
My heaven I have gambled in my bet
My hell as well, for you, for this love's craze
Me, dark angel, never burnt by fire
You made me burn: you I so desire
2007-06-30
22:06:08
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