When I see your rosy cheeks
You make my cold heart spinning
Take off your veil once again
And let the learned lovers be amazed
They will forget what they have learned
They will loose all their intellect
You will turn water into pearls
The warriors will quit their wars
If I have you, my beautiful love
I will desire no moon. Nor care for three hanging lanterns
The ancient rusty mirror of the sky
is no match to your shining pretty face
You breathe and the world changes its shapes
O my beauty with lovely eyes, you are music to my ears!
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