if you are ever going to love me, love me now, while I can know the sweet
and tender feelings which from true affection flow.
love
me now while I am living, do not wait until I'm gone and then have
it
chisled in marble, sweet words on ice-cold stone. if you have tender
thoughts
of
me, please tell me now.
if
you wait until I am sleeping, never to awaken, there will be death between
us,
and I won't hear you then.
so, if you love me, even a little bit, let me know it while I am living, so I can treasure it.
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