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And she is still the only one, or is this the only moment; |
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For you are surely queen, first and last? |
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For you are surely king, O first and last lover?... |
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Love the one who loves you from the cradle to the grave; |
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The one alone I love loves me dearly still: |
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She is death - or the dead one... Delight or torment! |
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And the rose she holds is the hollyhock. |
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Saint of Naples with your hands full of fire, |
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Mauve-hearted rose, flower of Saint Gudule: |
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Have you discovered your cross in the desert of the skies? |
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White roses, fall! you offend our gods, |
