My ink to your beauty can't describe
While as a rock I look at your eyes
Unless your lips to mine make a bribe
And violate the warning of your last advice
When as millions you said to me beware
With my magic try not to have an affair
Or else your self will blame more than once
And feel desperate whenever you are in my trance
But since our love has ripped and mustn't be stored
As the water while standing it is spoiled
And when running golder than the gold
So let me confess that to you once again
Your bribe has worked on my lines with flowing and faint
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