Black hair
Burnt eyes
Solomon is surely jealous
He would have stolen you from me
If he were alive
I know he sees you from heaven
Here on this earth
For now you are mine
Laden with fashion
Laying with passion
When I touch you I die
How could this be?
You and me?
Your outsides and in, beauty
My inside and out, ugly
How could this be?
You and me

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