Will you tell me the truth:
Are you strong in bewitchment.
I can never be soothed
If you prove to be distant.
So perhaps in the woods
You've being looking for philter
Using rue and its roots
That can charm and bewilder
Don't look for flowers
Of the rue at the dawn-time:
You have captured my thoughts,
You can have no fear.
Your striking glamour
Makes me feel gentle tremor
Being as pure as the lake Synivir.
In my dreams every night
I feast eyes on your smile
I am dumb from delight,
That stands out a mile.
You have no need to bring
Any flower, my dear,
You are my sweetest dream,
That is
surely clear.
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