The bargain of love has been lead as a pledge
Are you not tired of beating the dead?
Like a ball in play you throw me around
If I utter a word you silence the sound.
You shot through me your cutting shaft
No name or trace of my self did last.
The flow of anguish is in dreadful spate
I’ve sought you so much, come see my state
Though this love is older than being
Yet you feel no compassion for me.
Tormented by separation
Like a cuckoo I cry.
I am a sacrifice to this
This secret love affair.
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