Crying Woolf

Be Leonard and I will be Virginia;
fill my overcoat with stones,
And walk into the river.

Nurse my unstable constitution,
But I'm afraid you will not win,
The voices in my head,
Are calling me to sin.

You've given me my happiness,
But I am tainting yours,
So I'll leave you to your life,
And give my body to the Ouse.

Author's Note

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