Oh, my fair lady,
Reflected in the lake is what a perfect face;
Come to dance in my heart,
Burning me while I sing in the flame.
Oh, my beauty,
Black roses shining in the light, so rare, so thorny,
If touching you takes a price,
Juliet can always have faith in Romeo’s promise.
Oh, my sweet baby,
Smile there, so far from the moon bay;
You are the pearls and I the tears,
May my love make all your sadness ebb away.
You are my love, and my love is only thee,
May your brightness be my forever ray.
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