What have I to give u o lover?

Nothing special but these fickle passing thoughts

For it is them who dance in ecstasy

It is them who sing in joys

And when they are tired I give u

My deepest fears and the silliest phobia

And while still fearful, I shall instill insomnia

My feelings come to life, My feelings go to death

But the underlying passing thoughts ever remain

What have I to give u o lover?

What have I to give u?

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