Pretty words from your lips do spill,
Over a sweet silver tongue they slip;
I bid you prattle away as you will,
From the cup you fill I eagerly sip.
A seduction so tender I cannot deny,
At the first sound of your voice I fell,
My heart and love lost in your lie;
I am an unwilling victim of your spell.
I awaken from my trance and curse the syllables you spoke:
Beware! One day upon those words you will choke!
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