Spring Lady melt my mind Honey child sweeten my drink.
Pour me into your cup of desire and love Spring lady Honey child
What is your love to me if you keep running from my shadow
What is the tastes of your apples to me if they don't come to my lips.
Spring lady Honey child, From the distant land I come to you from across the sea I come.
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