He that gave me milk from wisdom
Snow me to dust when it shines
Smile not I presume my desire
Joy is but a bell
Rung in distress for wealth is but rain
The season is time, and the reason is love
Love me not for wealth
Magistrates of doom and decadence,
My choice is not your option.
Choose me or marry to your him
If love was a human, I shall die a slave
Imprison in your heart and lock with betrayal.
.jfif)
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