Under the light of lamp that night,
Having the innocence in thy sight,
Thee asked me if my love was pure,
Thee asked me if I loved you more,
A dreadful silence grasped my lips
I sensed a parting of our ways,
I felt that silence in thy gaze.
In all these lonely and desperate years,
How could I prove my love my dear,
Now death is knocking at my door,
Now I can prove my love for sure,
Let me cut my head this time,
Let me paint my face with blood,
So pages of history may testify,
I loved you till my last of sigh,
You have taught me the lesson I need,
Blood is the paint of love indeed.
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