Make ends meet

Who, headsman, unto thee this power O'er me could give? Thou com'st for

me at midnight - hour. Be merciful, and let me live! Is morrow's dawn not time

I'm still so young, so young And must so early die! Fair was I too, and that

was my undoing. My love is now afar, he then was nigh; Torn lies the garland,

the fair blossoms strew'd. Nay, seize me not with hand so rude! Spare me!

What harm have I e'er done to thee? Oh let me not in vain implore! I ne'er

have seen thee in my life before!

Can I endure this bitter agony?