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I was close to fading,
until your gaze revived me.
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May the gods allow me
:44:08
to bow at the altar of your passion
before time wields
:44:12
her lonely scythe.
:44:16
It's an honor to have
a master of rhyme and military art
:44:20
for a husband.
:44:23
But these days young men
flatter to seduce us.
:44:28
I'm not that gullible.
:44:29
Good Heavens,
do I have to
:44:32
take an oath to prove
I love one so beautiful as you?
:44:36
Even an oath cannot guarantee
your constancy.
:44:40
May the flower of your love
send its delicate roots
:44:45
- deep into my fertile heart.
- In the old days,
:44:48
a true knight won his
wreath of glory
:44:53
before declaring his love.
:44:57
He fought for the honor of his
beloved and only when he won,
:45:02
would he beg his beloved
to open her heart,
:45:06
assuring her he
was ready to live
:45:10
and die for her.
:45:12
From this costume and armor
:45:15
you can see
I am a warrior.
:45:19
Would that my trusty blade Artemis,
swollen with blood like a sponge,
:45:24
were able to speak
she'd convince you!
:45:29
Where there was a fortress on a cliff,
a wall beset with cannons,
:45:33
sharp waves of bayonets,
vaults of sabers - there stood Papkin,
:45:37
lion undaunted,
:45:39
noble swordsman!
:45:45
Please forgive
the jealous thunder
:45:48
of my exaltation,
but I have sufficient fame.
:45:52
All I lack is the permission
to be among Klara's suitors.
:45:58
I permit you.