Slowly dying in your love, baby careless
I’m restless, distressed, senseless and sleepless
Ah! What’s the night! Stars with shroud
Singing elegy of my ruin, O my heart’s Baby-Proud!
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the love is killer but sweet like the fragrant incense of fire