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Thy beauty in black candles light
Is the dearest vision to my spirit
Thou art
The shining diamond of my crown
Harvester I will be of the forbidden fruits
Growing there so deliciously in the gardens of my breast
In my dark-desirous dreams
I see us in autumn fields
Feeling October's magic breath
Thou art the flower that never shall wither
The reflection of thy beauty in the dancing
Candleflames
Creates memories so sweet but cold
Dark as Thy black hair
Like the raven-face of night
Thy neck is like sculpture-made
Thy milky bosom the loveliest nature ever formed
Sanguis vita est (et)
Tenebrae desponsam meam
Enchant me eternally with thy voluptuous forms
As thy witching fire
Still burns in me
