I soothe I lend a gracious ear Your sobbing, somehow sexual Come to my bosom. The help I bring Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing Oh, cruel love, when held by you My sanity does fly You lie there mourning with looks of desire T is beauty when you cry Drink my grieving love Desire and wine go well Sleep, I'll watch over you Relief? Time will tell Secrecy fosters passion You stay untouched I know you are alone With peace I care much
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