My Beloved, a reckoning shall dawn,
Love's shame shall bloom in your streets this morn.
My eyes accuse, they cannot cease,
And in your heart, beloved, complaint will increase.
My Beloved...
If the morning breeze should stray,
Across my love's door, where I may not stay,
Tell the cruel one, of tidings I send,
That until I spoke your name, my life did extend.
Oh, candle, your moth,
Hated you till now,
Love's shame shall bloom in your streets this morn.
My Beloved, a reckoning shall dawn,
Love's shame shall bloom in your streets this morn.
My Beloved...
To your street I came, my love,
A song of faith, I sang above,
But you refused to hear, my dove,
Yet today I return, though I'm forlorn,
To say this, I, the mad one,
This madness will end today, be it known.
Love's shame shall bloom in your streets this morn.
My Beloved, a reckoning shall dawn,
Love's shame shall bloom in your streets this morn.
My Beloved...
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