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What would you take from me love
That I would not give away?
What would you see here love
I have not since thrown away?

My pride is a fire--
guttering--
it is gone.
My name is a mark in the sand.
Watch the tide come sweep it away.

There is nothing left but this shell
this thing they might once called a man
And starlight and starbright
this love it burns too bright
and it burns away all that it can.

I would give away all that I am--
who would take ragged clothes such as these?
I would give away all that I have--
burn my house burn my things burn I am.

All this love would be mine
all this love all this time
what a waste I have spoken so late.
Now in this clockless time
I’m no longer alive
death is the lover’s fate.
And the beach is strewn
with all the things of my undoing
undone and thrown away.