Fainte Brethe of Thine
Fainte brethe of thine, so sweete and pure, that falleth on my breste
Arouseth love within my hearte that beateth in my cheste
And when thine loving handes caress the cockles of my hearte
Makes angells danceth in my soule for we shall never parte
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