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His sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burn like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of the crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose red wine
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