If I said how I loved you,
You would still doubt me
To you, I am merely the Prince of lies
I am the deceiver, whispered phrases
Consume the darkness
Yet you question me over
And I fill with despair
How can I be worthy of you
When you believe I’m untrue?
My beloved lady here I wait
Devoted, please believe me
My love is yours every day
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