Nhạc sĩ: Rufus Wainwright
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Take all my loves,
my love, yeah
Take them all,
what hast thou then?
More than thou hast before
No love,
my love,
that
thou mist true love call
All mine was thine before
thou hadst this more
Then if
for my love thou my love receiveth Take them all,
I cannot blame thee
But yet be blam'd if thou this self deceiveth
By willful taste of what thy self refuses
I
do forgive thy robbery,
gentlethee Although thou steal'd all my poverty
I would not allow to sleep for my love's sake,
or my poverty
Although thou steal'd all my poverty,
and yet love knows
It is a greater grief to bear love's wrong than hate's known injury
A severe's grace in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spites,
yet we must not be foes