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As sleeping Lilies on
the silent beach,
My poor heart lies on
your pink breast.
Do love your life
sweetie I do beseech,
I come to you and receive
me as a guest.
You are my Lady my new
found land,
I am your prince,
emperor and king,
Let us heart exchange
on the cold sand,
We are true in the
jolly mood we sing.
One drop of water
falls in the shell,
The other drop does
fall in the drain;
The first is gem the other
goes to hell,
Tell me why my poor
love is slain?
Come in my arms and
rest in my eyes,
I give you whole night
gleeful lullabies.
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