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Throughout these woods a flaming dress of hers
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caress my soul as the morning mist will come
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The voices make me feel how I am embraced
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By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me
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This mo(u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won't be here
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I see my mistress by the riverside
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She feeds my desire with kisses of nature, blood and wine
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Those falling leaves in frigid autumn day
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Reminds me this won't last forever, not a day
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This mo(u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won't be here
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Enjoy the Silence
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My Mistress
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| Entwine |
