Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!
Her hair entices you.
Her hips seduce you.
Her backside confuses you.
Her sway draws you.
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When you walk with her
you walk in fields of fire.
When you lay with her
the flames lick your body.
When you join with her
you are left a pile of ash.

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