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read the words of a man left by his wife and say whether he is harsh or not |
| Harsh or not?... I am not going to die Sure! Perhaps, live out The nights with company, though The days are sunless My Love! I will live thee; not with Tear springs; but with happy smiles To say about you, not when I Forget you! Never, you will see me Crying; for I could express love Though its my heart loves. And you Will die lone, without the skies For you are prisoned in my jail Or you may live somehow But our boys Will surely call you, in thier mares out... |