Though I do love you,
I often think:
Possibly in being with you,
  my own identity might
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                                                          ?

Th­ese ideas sadden my heart
Truly, the tone of them stinks
Really, I want to be with you, love
But does your head ever also
T          H          I          N          K?


As you gaze at me so lovingly,
Do you ever see my eyes
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I don't know what is happening to me,
But I feel a break in our link.


Please, help me fix this.
The cheerless wine of departure, I do not want to drink.
Assist me in being rid of my doubts, my dear,
Until our hearts are once more in

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