Sweet, pouting lips, whose colour mocks the rose
Sweet, pouting lips, whose colour mocks the rose
The flower of rose´s forbidden fruit
Which grows insidiously to tempt us with a kiss
Rich, ripe and teeming with the dew of bliss
Sweet, pouting lips, whose colour mocks the rose
Sweet, pouting lips, whose colour mocks the rose
The flower of rose´s forbidden fruit
Which grows insidiously to tempt us with a kiss
Rich, ripe and teeming with the dew of bliss
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