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I pray to you to set me free, as I sit beneath this oaken tree, you are beautiful just now I see, for with blindness god hath curséd me

As I meet with the devil at the crossroads for the ownership of your heart, I lose my soul at this fateful meeting so we may never be apart

I am nothing for my life is but a thread Decided by the fates for my life or for my death

I wish I knew not but her gentle lip's kiss, For her love is my only life's bliss, My love for her is a deep abyss, Tortured by despair's low hiss,..

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