Ah! the night is yet too short,
How long it should be,
The game should be long and hot,
Caressing hands should go to knee?
Never say, 'I'm unfulfilled'
Much I did to make you happy
You know how I killed!
It were too long canopy.
Now, 'tis better go sleep
Lo! all doors are open yet
Before the game starts twice I peep
To see them or threat.
Oh, if they come again
Or say us not to play-
Think, my groaning and your pain
Yes, may dip our bliss into clay.
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