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Evening of roses
<br>Let's go out to the grove
<br>Myrrh, spices, and incense
<br>Are a carpet to walk on
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<br>The night comes slowly
<br>A breeze of roses blows
<br>Let me whisper a song to you quietly
<br>A song of love
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<br>At dawn, a dove is cooing
<br>Your hair is filled with dew
<br>Your lips to the morning are like a rose
<br>I'll pick it for myself.
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<br>The night comes slowly
<br>A breeze of roses blows
<br>Let me whisper a song to you quietly
<br>A song of love<br>