I wish I weren't, for health’s sake;
My mouth it dries, my eyes they sting,
Until the bells of birds do sing.
Yet in the day when I’m asleep,
My health in pieces still I keep;
Stowed within until the day
I need to hold Death’s light away.
For now I stir, and still alive;
I call your name and softly writhe.
You would not care to see me here,
With lungs so dark and night so near.
The steps I take will find no door,
They only lead to wanting more.
I would not feel so lost or ill,
Had you not loved, and loved so well.
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