John Donne - The Expiration

Lyrics
So, so breake off this last lamenting kisse Which sucks two soules, and vapours Both away Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this And let our selves benight our happiest day We ask'd none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so cheape a death, as saying, Goe; Goe; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee Ease mee with death, by bidding mee goe too Oh, if it have, let my word worke on mee And a just office on a murderer doe Except it be too late, to kill me so Being double dead, going, and bidding, goe
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Credits
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- John Donne