Kiss me in the soft effuse of the lamp,
As my shyness dapples in this carriage.
My heart beats the murmur as I utter,
Mr James. Our love is distinct in this place.
On gold mountain, the flower of our love
Unfurls high above the prying of eyes.
As china men sleep far away in dreams,
I lay in your arms as my dream comes true.
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