My lady in the long white dress,
With flowing hair of silken tress,
Comth here now into veiw,
Whose beauty men in varri persue,
With weary heads that wish to resit,
Upon her simply milky breasts,
And fingers seeking to explore,
That glorious shape that they adore,
But never will my eyes partake,
For my poor love will forsake,
And I see that of her heart,
That I will never part,
And turn my eyes to hide the pain,
For I will always love in vain.

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