I loved her, but it was forbidden.
Drink it up, or break it down.
The dove has a broken wing,
and my spirit is failing.
Pinned down with no where to turn,
I think of the one I long for.
Beaten and dejected,
I will have my revenge.
I will destroy them.
I thirst for it.
Never forget your first.
Don't even try to forget.
It tastes too sweet,
even if the pain is too bitter.
Drink it down, or break it up.
It was forbidden, and so I loved her.
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