And let me - help me - weep
That I of need might fall apart
And then at last might sleep.
That I might finally bleed
And purge myself of agony
I cannot now concede.
That I might live in joy,
And cannot - will not - let the night
My bonds of love destroy.
The peace for which I pray,
I must allow the floods of pain
To wash my love away.


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