You're the last person I want to see,
You're the only person I think about.
O, how I think of you.
How many are the thoughts of you!
I wake up thinking of you.
And my blood, it longs for you;
And if not you it longs to be split.
Split so you may flow out of me,
Out of my body,
Out of my dreams and my life,
Out of my mind.
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