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Sabine
You yielded as I carried you away
My comely captive, stolen from your kin
Your eyes so bright, you blushed under my gaze
With charm, dark hair, and alabaster skin
I’ve claimed your plundered beauty as my prize
My comrades coveting your naked form
Though timid, you stand tall and dignified
Your future As A Roman now assured!
With haste I’ll kiss those lips as sweet as wine
To make you My Minerva or Athene
And take you as my wife or concubine
Forget your former life as a Sabine!
I sense ambitious yearning in your soul—
The best choice of the lot—The One I Stole!
My comely captive, stolen from your kin
Your eyes so bright, you blushed under my gaze
With charm, dark hair, and alabaster skin
I’ve claimed your plundered beauty as my prize
My comrades coveting your naked form
Though timid, you stand tall and dignified
Your future As A Roman now assured!
With haste I’ll kiss those lips as sweet as wine
To make you My Minerva or Athene
And take you as my wife or concubine
Forget your former life as a Sabine!
I sense ambitious yearning in your soul—
The best choice of the lot—The One I Stole!
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