The red young heart is radiant
bright is she of my youth
motherless, mother maintaining
with the dew swings in shade of cloud appraoching
moving now quickly
my cub, comes the lion
Soft-scented, scented my south is thus liked;
Fleur d' 'O' my life '
Black robed; I'; one 'I' love!
I give myself over more too you.
Solom it's heart devised.
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