Guenevere
Give me your sweet lips Guenevere and I’ll
not care what fate brings me hence evermore.
To be with you, dear Guenevere, awhile
is high bliss my heart beats out ever o’er.
Come, Guenevere, let both our spirits soar
and you’ll lack nothing spending days with me.
Give me your sweet lips Guenevere once more
and I’ll not care what fate brings me to see,
if whether my small life’s ship veers luff way or lee.
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