Song
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. ...this entire poem is incredibly, incendiarily awesome |
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I had to look it up. Touche.
"incendiary":
ORIGIN late Middle English: from Latin incendere - ‘set fire to.’
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