Take me to where theirs silence,
Take me far and far away
That I will never come back again,
Take me away from all things ye again.
Take me from memories
That I once hold so dear
And close to my weakening arms.
Taketh art thou my lovers love. . .
Longing for thee to come!
No word nor sound of
My cry, no tear weaps
For my forgotten soul!
Setting upon the darkened
Night. Take me, take me,
O taketh thee, that I shall be
No more. . .
Ahrend Tyger Community Member 
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