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Enchanting mights overhelming mewith skin pale as fiery snowand eyes dark as night...
My growing heart-bleeding...I craft her spell
A rising fountains of lust
One more staring glanceand my favour will never rust!I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit
Soft stillness with the touch of night's sweet harmony
She seeks my life
Her love drops a gentle rain from heaven
A day when the sun is did
Give me light, give lightby these blessed candles of the night
The night methinks is the daylight sick
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