Do I feel love?

Oh boy do I feel love



I’m lonely

And the worst of all

With vanity, a coward



Do I fear love?

Oh boy do I fear love



I’m lonely

And the worst of all

With vanity, a coward



Always falling into sickness

In this life there’s no time

No time to rest

Always falling into sickness



Sat inside a tiny church

Fashioned out of local birch

The priest chose psalms and let us pray

She lay still until this day




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