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Catana, what goddess gave you the name |
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That has this heart of mine so aflame? |
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Tell me, Catana, what heaven gave you your eyes? |
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What elfin fiddler plays for your sighs? |
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Fashioned of Venus, that is your form and your face |
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Two clinging vines for arms hold me in tender embrace |
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While the mood poses from lips made of roses |
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Each word opposes all else but love |
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Catana, like a Madonna, you I'll adore forevermore |
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While the mood poses from lips made of roses |
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Each word opposes all else but love |
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Catana, like a Madonna, you I'll adore forevermore |