To tell you that a soul had died
That once but tried to love you well
No breath should blow those veils aside.
But if I found your soul could save
From hell’s deep grave my sinking soul
Only if willingly you gave
I’d take—and then I’d crave the whole
Knowing you generous and brave.
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