replay in my mind
Instant breath in
a woman more tempting than sin
sits still as she reads
my letter full of begs and please
how her in my mind
eases all that comes by
a ryme I cant think of
to tell You her name
its comes with the breath
I use last as You please
A woman like heavin
tempting as sin
I lay in my death bed saying it again.
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