Let not the light from thine eyes
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Wither at the sight of me.
I am but thy humble servant.
Cast about in darkness would I
If harm would come to thee from me
I grovel at thy feet.
Lashed upon my wicked skin
Lest but a single touch mar thy silk
I am craven incarnate.
Wrought with fear beneath my breast
At the thought of thy leave taking.
I am nothing without thee.
"See the man with the lonely eyes, oh, take his hand, you'll be surprised." Supertramp.