Fainting Nightingale

Love me so fiercely that the Golden Nightingale

Faints as it sings our letters in a frail

Think of me so deeply that your fears

Fall from olive trees, as your thoughts steer

Dance with me so that our indulgence

Makes even the mirror blush with prudence

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