O darkness! Look upon my pretty queen,
but don’t ever look so heavily,
In her sleep and her pretty dream,
somehow you go and intervene.
Cast yourself on her so privily,
like mountain mist in upstream
and let not know her if you lean.
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O darkness! While I leave her in your lace,
don’t ever leave her till awake,
but shy away when she opens eyes,
and don’t cast yourself on her face.
I faith your shield and is not a fake,
I’ll slit your throat if something pries.
Let us guard her and leave no trace.
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