How shall I live by thee are the air that I breathe,
How shall I see by I only live to see the sight of thee,
Shall my heart ache, as it only craves thee as my companion,
Shall I be place in the coldness, stillness of the air as thee took the warmth away.
O my lord,
Shall I kill for thee,
Shall I withered without thee,
As for what time shall I wait for thee?
Alas I shall die without thee.
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