Because of my painful
Heart, I conveniently bring
And take pleasure in
The burning flames that
Draw me in to
A lowly, place. I
Speak about how I
Lost all courage. I
Say my spirit is
Dead. My heart feels
Much war and little
Life. If it wasn’t
That death was a
Game to me, I’d
Make pity cry to
Love. But, because this
Crazy time has arrived,
I’ll change my firm
Opinion about that other
Condition. I can’t move,
And I’m breathless,
There, where I was
Deceived, when love passed
Through my heart and
Took away all my hope.
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