let your lips be coins and my cheeks the pockets
then i ask only a small payment for my deeds
for your coins are the rarest kind,
so sweetly pursed and shining in the light
for they are a treasure of which many seek
and are a currency without exchange
oh they are so sweetly earned
and even more delicately placed
worth any journey to attain
or battle fought or hurried race
and what riches could be found
should our coins ever meet
as there is no deed i would not do
for just one more coin from you.
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