Pathetic
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I wish you should not come
And knock on my doors
When the night is dark and
Wind through foliage violently roars
I wish you should not show
Your love for me is so deep
I have much endured your
Whims and my heart has gone to sleep
In the night of high tides
You must not listen to my wail
I am not waiting for you
And by love for you has gone stale
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