I love you, but fear to look into the eyes of yours,
I love you, but fear them most,
The beautiful eyes of yours,
Lustrous and dreamy,
Loveful and lovely
Drawing me close
And I getting drawn to,
As if someone were netting and I falling intot the trap.
I love you, but fear you, your dark and lovely eyes,
The looks of it
Piercing into the heart
And the tribal archer shooting at,
Oh, i shall not survive!
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