Have I declared my love of late
With trumpets, gongs and a genocide of roses
Have I sworn I have no heart
Save the heart I gave to you
Have I proclaimed in boldest song
There is no love upon this earth
That could show itself as true,
That could claim such title,
Beside the love I have for you.
If not, shall I leave it alone
Suggest that cupid rest
And turn the ochestra of cherubs home
Now that once again you've come
And could be close enough to hold.
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