Her hair was a rose of wonder that I fancied touching, envisioning sweet caress of tender- mossy skin on softened shore of wet peat-bog, sinewy, wispy essence true, intoxication oceanic Ogyges-blue, observe a mechanized Sol-to-solace too, what I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I in my solicitude and appre- -hensive about her truth, Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah- -I-I-I-I know, I know and I-I- -I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ah I know oh, oh, if I lose her, if she go-oh-oes, I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I, will, will die-eye-I-I-I, I will die-eye-I oh, oh, oh, oh, my love I will die-eye-I-I-I, oh my my love will die-eye-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-Iā¦ My love will die-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-Iā¦ * My Love Will Die!