O how sweet 'Mina pours,
milky white and my lungs drown from this downpour.
'Mina feeds my greedy mouth,
but by my love and his exquisite flavor
do I swallow.
No other will I consume,
no other breathless shouts I wish to hear,
but as times before, he departs
and I am left with a dropp like a tear
that cascades down my abandoned cheek.
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