Come, my beloved!
And I will sing you a love song
Though my voice be not sonorous
As of a choiring angel
Yet will I sing you a love song
As an oasis is to a desert land
As raindrops are to a scorched earth
As knowledge is to a barren mind
As light is to a dark path
As health is to one long ravaged
So, inamorata is your love, to me!
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