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The sweet sound of
The sweet sound of
The sweet sound of
Moans
From
Her
Room
I'll be a tree, if you are its flower,
Or a flower, if you are the dew-
I'll be the dew, if you are the sunbeam,
Only to be united with you.

My lovely girl, if you are the Heaven,
I shall be a star above on high;
My darling, if you are hell-fire,
To unite us, ****** I shall die.

— The End —