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| My body, committed to Hades be. King of the Underworld; that silent foe Has ripped my soul like vultures bounty From my chest, from my being, down below. And what divine scheme, I dare not guess, could bring you to my side that day:Was all that could satisfy my lust, shouldI tell? Would I be met with apathy? So silent I have kept my love, hidden From your saitly eyes, those gorgeous windows To your soul. I am forever riddenby your past, which secrets, equal, endows. In what manner does one thank a saviour? How does a woman return the favour? |
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