From cruel gazes, turn your eyes away, or I shall die,
O beloved, I shall die.
From cruel gazes, turn your eyes away, or I shall die,
O beloved, I shall die.
Lips like roses, eyes drunk on wine, a face like the moon, a blush of pink,
Lips like roses, eyes drunk on wine, a face like the moon, a blush of pink,
And upon that, your… and upon that, your… and upon that, your… and upon that, your…
…smile, I shall die, O beloved, I shall die.
From cruel gazes, turn your eyes away, or I shall die,
O beloved, I shall die.
Let us meet beneath the stars' soft shade,
Let us journey to a distant glade.
Let us meet beneath the stars' soft shade,
Let us journey to a distant glade.
Come then, come then, come then, come then,
…and never leave, or I shall die, O beloved, I shall die.
From cruel gazes, turn your eyes away, or I shall die,
O beloved, I shall die.
From cruel gazes, from cruel gazes,
From cruel gazes, turn your eyes away, or I shall die,
O beloved, I shall die.
O beloved, I shall die. O beloved, I shall die.
O beloved, I shall die. O beloved, I shall die.
O beloved, I shall die. O beloved, I shall die.
O beloved, I shall die. O beloved, I shall die.
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