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How he begged for help.
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I could hardly keep
from laughing.

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But I must be patient,
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this game has only started,
and is not yet won.

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You are the morning dew
that restores life

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to the withering desert lily
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as it lifts its fertile face
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to the shimmering azure sky.
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Oh my gracious,
honey-lipped Klara.

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I was close to fading,
until your gaze revived me.

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May the gods allow me
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to bow at the altar of your passion
before time wields

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her lonely scythe.
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It's an honor to have
a master of rhyme and military art

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for a husband.
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But these days young men
flatter to seduce us.

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I'm not that gullible.
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Good Heavens,
do I have to

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take an oath to prove
I love one so beautiful as you?

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Even an oath cannot guarantee
your constancy.

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May the flower of your love
send its delicate roots

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- deep into my fertile heart.
- In the old days,

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a true knight won his
wreath of glory

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before declaring his love.
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He fought for the honor of his
beloved and only when he won,


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