In one silv’ry night,
when the eyes of the moon peep’d thro’ the sky
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I met my lov’r on the day I was born;
I admir’d her splendid beautiful face;
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My love for you is young and old,
old like Great Rome,
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A people comes hurrily
from the dark aged continent,
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We shall strive for the freedom of man,
and not be prevent’d by our torturers’ heavy hands.
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We always say our land is desecrat’d;
that the whites from the wintry land
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Deep down in the testes;
testes wrapp’d in a thick scrotus,
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I have got a fleshy heart for you,
but you give me not the openness I deserves;
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