oh please, please love go no farther
my limbs are severed and my heart is tethered
and when you go, i feel i am fettered
to no loner cradle this pen upon this paper
with a moan would rend graphs of muscle and bones
and with anguish the soul would turn to loam
oh stay, stay love here by the hearth
and let me stave the good from the brave
and grow restless no more in your arms to behave
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