Thou hast deserted me in the moments I yearned for thee
Thou give thyself freely when others shout thy name
Yet refuse me, when I whisper the same
I would sacrifice anything, should thou give thyself to me
Just say the word, and I will make my decree
Hearken unto me, and say, you’ll stay
Come lay with me, till the next day
How much more wilt though torture my wretched soul
Withholding the treasure that I thirst for
If this is a game, then I implore thee
For one night, please play fairly
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