and my breath will be done away with, at last,
Should I tell you that I loved you the whole of my life
Or should I just die, saying nothing at all.
Will you shed me, but a tear or two,
I don't ask for much, you see,
Or will your eyes be with the drought that your heart has
And I shall die, unheard of, uncried.
When I die, Will you lay me a flower,
and go into mourning - white dress and all.
Will you love me, even a fraction of what I loved you
If your name is in the name I breathe last.
