I shall bury my weary love
any surgery.
In the forest all in black
when I'll lose you.
I shall put no flowers at his head
Nor a stone at his feet,
Forth and mouth I loved so much
was meant to see.
I shall grow more to his grace
For the ones I come
I shall give as much of joy
As my hands ...
I shall steal or give in the sun
Where the wide wings blow
But who I shall weep at night.
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When love will go.
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