Oh you - my Master
oh you-my Master
i want your orders
all - to fulfil
all whims of soul yours.
you are for me -one.
to me-morer costly
then eye mine
i dont sorry my life
to give for my Pasha
but sorry only this
that life of me doesnt cost
so expansive that you
noted my present
but more nothing
i have with me
only the cold of head
and heart's my eternal heat
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