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Mixed mind of smooth and gentle hair,

Of eyes and limbs I dare not stare,

A smile so sweet, in her heart we meet,

A small heart I may tear.

Small heart of yours belongs not me,

A fear of love that yours not see,

Let not your heart come near to me,

A small heart I may tear.

Fruits of love, some sweet some sour,

Touch not those from the man of power,

The juice he makes, not meant for flower,

All hearts that drink will tear.

Bless me Lord, let not I be,

Possessed with power, Lord set me free.

Give me not, what you gave me,

My heart, my own, I tear.