If Venus child Come loves melody sing I shall break the bow And slash the string
If he dare to infect me Trick my heart into desire Seasoned on a spit he will be Roasted in a blazing fire
Conniving Whisper sweet nothings in my ear Tear off his wings Turn my eyes from his tears
Not by the all the gods decree Will I commit my love to another Binding his mischievous hands Return him swiftly to his mother
My warnings are clear Unheeded Towards me he point the arrow His last sweet breath This cherub shall inhale Never more see the morrow
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