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Not the sun, the moon or the stars can compare to your fair eyes, which power my feel mind melt my heart, and kindle my love\'s fire to which my lonely soul wishes to bind
as I lay my callous hand on your soft breast as I lay my dry lips on your ruby face my trembling self relishes heavenly rest o, does an angel love a man so base?
when I wake up from my heart-thrilling dream in sadness, helpless, empty and hollow my tears roll from my eyes and flow in a stream bitter rejection is too hard to swallow
heaven, do remove chains from the married let the dream come true of the unmarried |
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