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With you standing right here,
I have a life that I do not deserve;
Promise me to cry no tear,
Because of something you have heard.

I view myself as someone blessed,
To have the entirity of your love
And give you a heap of nothing less
With the fragments of poor love;
It is not much there to give,
But I sill pull through with the truth;
I do not know if with love I shall live,
Because you offer a life of soothe.

With sincerity, I am not so rich
And neither is my passion;
I can only sing songs with high pitch
Or otherwise, there will be no action;
Would consider a nightly walk
On moonlit and star-studded beach,
As we scroll along the shore and talk
In a chance to make our hearts in reach?

How could expect me to believe
That this not another dream,
If only you can relieve
A lover from hurting as he has seemed
To see himself falling in the rapture;
The rapture which is false and synthetic
After the lonely nights will capture
His heart when being rebuffed is unkinetic.

I could expect to awake from this hoax
Of thinking I'm loved by such a pretty woman;
I would neglect to believe that I can coax
A person with whom I have much in common.