With Only Death to Gain by I.E Morgan

I the jester, convicted of crime
For stealing the king's prised wife,
Have pleaded guilty under the forces of love
And knelt down before the hand of the law.
So bind me in chains,
Cause the queen moral strain
And kill me--for adulterous love is within.
Therefore, I plead, I am guilty, my king--
I will suffer the loss of love
And I am left with only death to gain.

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