Dusky meadows to meander
Where no soul can hear or see
As we pause by lake or fountain
On thy bosom bending free
Ah how sweet sensations counting
When I know each throbs for me
As thy face turns on the azure
Looking where the moon may dwell
As I fold thy beautys treasure
Wheres the kiss can taste so well
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