Your charms remains,
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Engraved in my memory,
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My desire was made of stone,
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Never eroded...
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When your cinders finely blend,
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Then we will make the love,
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That i had so,
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vainly hoped for,
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while waiting i sing my disease,
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Never caught the pleasure,
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which leads to wisdom.
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Cinders
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| Lycosia |
