If You May

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Is there any better way,
I can cause you this song,
A way to make you rhyme,
To what I sing every night,
On my yet to be considered a death bed?
My mind blown of you is tragic.
Tragic and soon to unleash its levers of death.
Night and day my heart languishes and now is my soul.
Speak to me calmly will ya,
Let your voice come to me like it once did,
For I cherished you for that,
Still my mind Cry's for it.

This unjust you cover my head into,
Shall leave me unworthy.
Now kill me quick if you may
Else come back to me,
Can't make it without you no more.

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