Whilst the seed of love flicker,
A gift of love, I must pick her,
Not of red or cataract petals,
But of bright blue of where my love settles,
Bright blue, rarest of rare,
To find such a flower, takes great care,
Blood of a serpent, I must tear,
One of greatest proportion, found in the devils lair,
With this devils rose,
The coffin I shall close,
One last gift I give,
For I could not love her while she lived.
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