Exchange

The girl 'round whom the sun revolves
Has chopped me up and et my soul
Her vagrant eyes they leave me cold
And silent cut me open

The girl to whom I give me grace
Cannot return, can only take
And when she feasts she leaves no trace
And I am torn and broken

This fragrant girl has left me dead
And stolen all the love I shared
And 'pon her tongue my blood shines red
A heart's mistaken token

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