"Lost Love"

I bethink of thee in mine own chamber

Thou art mine own ev’rything

Mine own loveth is the emb’r

I has’t these lucid dreams wh’re I can’t moveth a thing

Thee madeth mine own heart breaketh

Thee madeth mine won heart ache

Thee madeth mine own heart smasheth

Thee madeth mine own heart

Who is't kneweth evil girls hadst the prettiest visage

Thee w’re madeth out of plastic

I wast at each moment at a disadvantage

Thee very much madeth mine own heart panic

T’s to the pointeth wh’re I loveth and misprise thee

I wonneth’t alloweth thee f’rget me