I must write this letter to you
My dear sweet beloveth, My only Muse
I refuse to grow up in this world
Where it seems that all there
Is are a series of things heard
Said about it all and do you know
The thing I admire in you
Is your strength and your beauty
In such words you said for me
O' Angel come and save me
Set me to be free
From this life.
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