From eyes of honey, lips upon rose-spun page,
From eyes of honey, lips upon rose-spun page,
She sends to me a parchment, drunk with age,
From eyes of honey, lips upon rose-spun page.
She sends to me a parchment, drunk with age,
From eyes of honey, lips upon rose-spun page.
In her embrace, the roses' scent does dwell,
In her embrace, the roses' scent does dwell,
In her embrace, the roses' scent does dwell.
Her touch transforms, the page's blush to tell,
From eyes of honey, lips upon rose-spun page,
She sends to me a parchment, drunk with age,
From eyes of honey, lips upon rose-spun page.
Drunk with age, rose-spun page.
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