Lovers need not tell their sorrows
Pale were the sweet lips I saw
Pale were the lips I kissed
And fair the form I floated with
Round about this storm
We let our appetites
Compromise our reason
We whet our appetites
With the taste of skin
But I want what I want
And I'm gonna get it
Even if Arthur kills me
I'm gonna kiss Guinevere
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