O Rose of Paradise
Stare not at me
what can I offer thee
human tears, not smiles
I`m amorous of thy fragrance
of thy beauty and innocenc
ask me not to pluck you up
and dishonor thy lovely Grace
I`m a traveler
yes I`m of rocky lands
and thorny garden
where the angels fear to tread
and man is anxious in his sleep.
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