Should the Raven pick ripe fruit
Love goes bearing no wrong
Alluring power whisper the hour
Loving through eternity's song
Where passion gathers no dust
Mine be thy love,
Thy love my pleasure,
Breast to brow, make a vow
Firing the flames forever
Loving through eternity's song
Where passion gathers no dust
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