Elizabeth my dear awakens to me
innocent sweet as an angel is she
despite the sorrow I caused to her
what anger and rage inside myself occur
Jealousy revolved around my head
for not a single lie of her had been said
Elizabeth is to great to commit such a deed
to indulge herself in affairs and life of greed
Am I such a fool to fall to such rage
to rid her of anger and see her change
Elizabeth has nothing more to say
what has become of my way
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