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I have always walked in ye,
The perfume does remind me,
While the incense inhibits,
Thy love hardly prohibits,
His bane those eyes did mine soar,
That our hairs do touch for more,
So our lips merge as we kiss,
Accepts mine for equal bliss ours,
As faded our pain meanwhile
Would again feel erewhile as,
Not so for trust in ye has,
Shall die knowing ye happy,
Towards my heart never amiss.