O sweet love of wonderous groom
Thou art fain as roses bloom
Scent me o, thy lilac boom
That which hence art ever loom.
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I shall love not but her mortal breast
That no time or age can ever test
What is god? If not her onioned breast
For her ornate poise art seeming blest.
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The journey to peril begins in her eyes
The prologue of love's birth and death
For anyone that looks is forever charmed
If eyes be charms, so is her beguilling eyes.
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Would you better my loves gay, by day and night?
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The breeze came, knocking on the walls of his ears
But he was deaf, for he had sank into- the pleasant euphoria of his heart.
So, did go the breeze, to the bell and tell
Nigh comes the master! Nigh comes the master!
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