True Love

Eivør Pálsdóttir
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come death
she said
come easeful future
death how I long
for your nurture

breathe in to me

come death only friend
nothing is born of this pain
take this gift upon thy self
house of pain
this body is too small a chamber

breathe in to me

my true lover is with me
what ever is true is with me

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