Late at night, in the secret chamber far apart
A valiant knight, stands there, put his hand on his heart:
“With this ring, I plight unto thee my troth till death!”
She’s slumbering, the damsel in distress. Her breath
Divinely lovely, her rosy lips, they beguile
The fiery lordly, leave him, with the sweetest guile.
Deep within his bosom, dulcet sounds...
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