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My love, thou art beautiful, a rose on my chest, a whisper in my ear. Thine eyes arouse my heart and consume my mind and sleep. I dread the silent nights because thou art far, like a stranger wandering through the city.
Thy lips tempt me, like peaches when flowers bloom, with sweet scents of perfume.
I am hypnotised, speechless like a statue, and fear myself like an illness.
Thou art a goddess, powerful like the wind―
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