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I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
I want to die while you love me
I could not bear to see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.
I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!
I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent
To warm me when I’m dead.
[Note: composer Undine Smith Moore rearranged the order of Georgia Douglas Johnson’s original poem; the above text is Moore’s version.]