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It Is I Who Loves Thee More Than The Sun

 

 

It is I who loves thee more than the sun

With fiery eyes and golden locks undone

No man presumes such tender gasp of breath

Such beauty could send my lungs to their death

 

Let’s not weep for sins, but rejoice each day

All the stars the moon and indeed the clay

Let not the weeping willow die so young

Saved the sweet honey from bee’s who have stung

 

Dusk until dawn, to your love I have clung

Dreaming of a world that sing songs unsung

I, who dies in the forest of your heart

It’s I whom will die in the forest dark

 

But wait no, I shall never lay me down

Thou shall be loved, to thee I take my bow.