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You have your books and trinkets, sweets and wine -
Adoring, never scorning, pretty things;
Of all the world's temptations, you were mine.
Old poetry recited, line for line -
Sweet tones give even tired phrases wings;
You have your books and trinkets, sweets and wine.
Small treasures of a sentimental kind -
A handsome pen, a looking glass, a ring;
Of all the world's temptations, you were mine.
The flavors of each season mark the time -
Pear tart in autumn, petits fours in spring;
You have your books and trinkets, sweets and wine.
My dreaming heart grows heavy on the vine -
Your lips upon a glass - the crystal sings;
Of all the world's temptations, you were mine.
And now our days are free and intertwined,
Our nights aglow with warmth and whispering;
I bring you books and trinkets, sweets and wine -
Of all the world's temptations, you are mine.