Your desire, it mirrors mine,
Yet why does the heart still pine?
Come, taste the bloom of youth's sweet wine.
Come, taste the bloom of youth's sweet wine.
Oh, Beloved, come, oh Beloved, come,
Oh, Beloved, come, oh Beloved, come.
This youth, a tempest in its prime,
And alabaster skin of mine,
Speak, what do your eyes entwine?
All I have, I now resign.
Slowly, my spirit starts to sway,
Oh, slowly, my spirit starts to sway,
Come, quench the thirst, come, come, come, come.
Your desire, it mirrors mine,
Yet why does the heart still pine?
Come, taste the bloom of youth's sweet wine.
Come, taste the bloom of youth's sweet wine.
Ah, torment not, do not tease,
Be mine for just a fleeting ease.
As I walk, adorned with grace,
Embrace me in a warm embrace.
Do not deny, my spirit spare,
Do not deny, my spirit spare,
Do not offer solace untrue, come, come, come, come.
Your desire, it mirrors mine,
Yet why does the heart still pine?
Come, taste the bloom of youth's sweet wine.
Come, taste the bloom of youth's sweet wine.
Oh, Beloved, come, oh Beloved, come,
Oh, Beloved, come, oh Beloved, come.
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