Love is a killing thing
As I hear people say
As for to love and not to be loved
Has tore my heart away
There's some get sick in love
And not to mend again
Oh must I die from loving you
My lust was all in vain
There are more enlightened days
No time for all your savage ways
Oh won't you let me be
Love is a killing thing
I wish she was the weeping tree
That grows in your castle wall
And I would be the pouring rain
Upon your leaves I'd fall
In your warm and gentle arms
I rest and sport and play
Oh must I die from loving you
My lust was all in vain
There are more enlightened days
No time for all your savage ways
Oh won't you let me be
Love is a killing thing
Go dig my grave long wide and deep
Up above put a pure white dove
A marble stone at head and feet
Let the world know I died for love
There's some get sick in love
And not to mend again
Oh must I die from loving you
My lust was all in vain

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