Oh, I have to leave you,
My fine lady in green!
Alas, my heart will pine for you hence forth,
Til death reaches thine aged chafed lips;
Arid from your lack of nectar to thine soul.
But I'll be back...
Soon I hope.
I'll always come back!
Whether I can stay with you forever?
Thine heart painfully aches
And ponders that very query;
Every second of our
Last days.
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