And she is still the only one, or is this the only moment; For you are surely queen, first and last? For you are surely king, O first and last lover?... Love the one who loves you from the cradle to the grave; The one alone I love loves me dearly still: She is death - or the dead one... Delight or torment! And the rose she holds is the hollyhock. Saint of Naples with your hands full of fire, Mauve-hearted rose, flower of Saint Gudule: Have you discovered your cross in the desert of the skies? White roses, fall! you offend our gods,
And she is still the only one, or is this the only moment; For you are surely queen, first and last? For you are surely king, O first and last lover?... Love the one who loves you from the cradle to the grave; The one alone I love loves me dearly still: She is death - or the dead one... Delight or torment! And the rose she holds is the hollyhock. Saint of Naples with your hands full of fire, Mauve-hearted rose, flower of Saint Gudule: Have you discovered your cross in the desert of the skies? White roses, fall! you offend our gods,
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