Your face in the wine
A bit pale a bit divine
On the holy shrine
You and me half tipsy
Our kisses wry
In the heat of jealousy
I don't know why
I still love you so deeply
I think you're the spy
Always following me
Wherever I go
Till my blood goes dry
I'll drink your wine
So noble so high...
Ayten Suvak
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