Prithee, love me now
Alas, when am gone
And my body wrapped
In a folded garment
Like the tragic moonshine
That crashes into gamma rays
And my heart is in decay
Like a dead leaf
That falls from its branches
And my soul is in rot
Like a scurvy line of poetry
Love me
Before wrinkles steal my beauty
Love me
Before I fail to give you warmth
Love me now
Tis a jolly bit
For when I'm unable to write to you
Your nightmares shall begin
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