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The walls are red ox-blood
And the narrow lane runs between the walls
And the walls are high and above them the sky is white
The litter is borne so fast
And yellow-robed slaves run on granite paths
And the walls are high and above them the sky is blue
He pulls back the curtain
And around narrow waist lifts me down to the ground
And the walls are high and above them the sky is grey
He tears my silk gown
And his hands are so rough on soft breasts
And the walls are high and above them the sky is pink
They tie me with ropes
And my hair is unloosed and is falling
And the walls are high and above them the sky is red
To a hidden and secret place
And he tears my rich silk robes
And the walls are high and above them the sky is crimson
They curse me and shove me
And tie me on a cruel bench of wood
And the walls are high and above them the sky is golden
He raises his whip
And beats down on my breasts
And the walls are high and above them the sky is bronze
My breath is so soft
And my body is torn and shamed
And the walls are high and above the the sky is purple
All night l lie there
And they laugh and they sneer
And the walls are high and the drum from the tower strikes twelve
The cock crows the morn
And the doves in the belfry coo
And the walls are high and above them the sky is blinding
The prince comes and stares
And the ropes are untied and his concubine bleeds
And the walls are high and above them the sky is black.
The walls are red ox-blood
And the narrow lane runs between the walls
And the walls are high and above them the sky is white
The litter is borne so fast
And yellow-robed slaves run on granite paths
And the walls are high and above them the sky is blue
He pulls back the curtain
And around narrow waist lifts me down to the ground
And the walls are high and above them the sky is grey
He tears my silk gown
And his hands are so rough on soft breasts
And the walls are high and above them the sky is pink
They tie me with ropes
And my hair is unloosed and is falling
And the walls are high and above them the sky is red
To a hidden and secret place
And he tears my rich silk robes
And the walls are high and above them the sky is crimson
They curse me and shove me
And tie me on a cruel bench of wood
And the walls are high and above them the sky is golden
He raises his whip
And beats down on my breasts
And the walls are high and above them the sky is bronze
My breath is so soft
And my body is torn and shamed
And the walls are high and above the the sky is purple
All night l lie there
And they laugh and they sneer
And the walls are high and the drum from the tower strikes twelve
The cock crows the morn
And the doves in the belfry coo
And the walls are high and above them the sky is blinding
The prince comes and stares
And the ropes are untied and his concubine bleeds
And the walls are high and above them the sky is black.
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