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Ô, princess Leraje
Most beautiful of all
She looks like the star-goddess rising
Perfect and bright, shining skin
Seductive in her eyes when she glance
Sweet in her lips when she speaks,
And never a word to many

But she can cause wounds
To become infected
And prevent them from healing
If you kiss her lips/mouth
She's the Goddess of love and pleasure
Who can broke wedding rivals
She can cause battles
And may alter the wind to her desire

She has stolen my heart
With her embrace
She has made the neck
Of every man
She's like the head of lovers,
Deep into me, I've
Grown heavy in my limbs
My body has lost sense of itself

But she can cause wounds
To become infected
And prevent them from healing
If you kiss her lips/mouth
She's the Goddess of love and pleasure
Who can broke wedding rivals
She can cause battles
And may alter the wind to her desire

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