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for two years.
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Shame.
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Pervert!
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Rotter!
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Shame on you!
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Disgusting!
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A slim thing,
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gold-haired like an angel,
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stands always at my side.
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He moves in the gloom
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like a white flower.
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I thought but to defend him
from his father.

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I thought of nothing else.
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Now my life seems to have
gone from me.

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I am caught
in a terrible net.

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But so long as I think
he is thinking of me -

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my sweet rose,
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my delicate flower,
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my lily of lilies -
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it is in prison
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that I shall test
the power of love.

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I shall see if I can't
make the bitter waters sweet

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by the intensity
of the love I bear you.


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