What sorrows shall ever teach you, my love-
I have known it all before our time came.
A hell down under, a heaven above-
'tis but a truth I bleed, shackled in shame.
Of a heart that hopes and in horror hails
a fearless saviour from another world,
of silence and shrieks and beckoning wails-
I have known of the flags never unfurled.
Of desires draped in dawns of tomorrow,
of deaths awaited in dreams of today;
of a forlorn faith in stormy sorrow-
I have known the lies that a life may say.
I pour my tale to you, I spin a yarn-
Not to save you, dearest; but to forewarn.
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