Beloved, do not wander, do not become lost,
Do not touch me, I implore, do not be crossed.
Go, go, go, weaving tales, a deceitful art,
Do not lure me astray, tear apart my heart,
My lover, do not become lost, do not dare to touch.
You, do not provoke me, do not tempt me so much.
I am the summer's rain, the winter's silent haze,
A fragile sunbeam, in dawn's innocent ways.
Do not touch me, I beg, do not come so near.
Do not touch me, I pray, banish all fear.
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