My lady can mourn
upon a blackened veil,
or if it be in spring,
upon a gloomy sail.
I have seen a beating
and contimplated in strife,
but jabbing in jest
I was gutted by a knife.
The only gift I'll offer,
upon my word is told;
love your lady forever
and never be too bold.
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