Forty-five

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I will not die
Of my diseases,
Nor will I die
In war.

I will not die
From a lack of food,
Or of water,
Or of oxygen.

I will not die
Of an accident,
Or by murder.

These causes are benign.

I could die
Of heart break,
For it would kill me
If you broke my heart.
I would die of that dolour.

I could die
From a loss of blood,
For it would kill me
If you stabbed me in the back.
I would die of that trickle of blood.

I would not die
From my diseases, my love,
But I may die
From the ones
You could cause me;
I could die
Of your diseases.

I would not die
Of murder, my love,
But I may die
Of betrayal,
For the only person
Who could ever end me
Is you.

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