The king
The kings love
Little lover of mine
Harsh and grim you are
Lord of the time
Eyes shine like a star
Ravens fine hair
You torment me
Skin smooth and fair
Kisses invade me
With wild dreams
Dusk awaken its begun
Worship my moonbeam
As I worship the crescent sun
I'll entrap your love
Wake for him I will sing
In our land covered in a single dove
I sing for my only my king...
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