Nerfertari

Poor, fair, child, weeping by the water's edge, He was a false lover, 'twas a fallacious pledge. Your heart is in a thousand pieces, you're bruised And you're bleeding, a sweet child so wrongly used, But maiden, stop your weeping, we offer what you seek, Come dredge the river bed, and see of what we speak, The gelid water, a silken, encompassing, cloak, Threading through your heart which will never more evoke Ardor for any man who tries wooing your heart, You'll be freed from loves pains, your soul never torn apart, Let the cool river's treasures be your only love, And then thee, my darling, my little white dove, By stealing you w