Enchanting mights overhelming me
with skin pale as fiery snow
and eyes dark as night
My growing heart bleeding...
I craft her spell
A rising fountains of lust
One more staring glance
and my favour will never rust!
I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit
Soft stillness with the touch of night's sweet harmony
She seeks my life
Her love drops a gentle rain from heaven
A day when the sun is dead
Give me light, give light
by these blessed candles of the night
The night methinks is the daylight sick
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