A lonely ghost upon a darkened hill
Where I reside within a barren land
Should then I find your love I would live still
For love is more abundant than the sand
If flowers are to live they need the sun
Than like to them, thy smile is to me
And were thy laughter gone, thy smile done
Than should I perish most unhappily
I could not do thee harm, more than myself
For to harm you would only harm me more
Thy love, I would not trade for all the wealth
For tis my breath, without which, I'm no more
At Death's Door, your kiss could, me, revive
And with but your love I shall survive
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