If thou tellst me it is a sin To live life blissfully by his side I shall escort that with a grin For thou knowst not of his own kind. Though thou may see me as befriended With a demon and all his kin I assure thee I'm not stranded My spirit's more alive than it has ever been.
As it is not on thee my friend To spare me of my future grief On whether this love of mine shall end Or leave my body with bent knees. So hold up thy cup, let's make a toast - Not to what shall come or what may be ‘Tis this day that counts the most And tonight my beloved lies with me.
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