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L'AMORE DOMINATORE
They built a temple for the God,
'Twas in a myrtle grove,
Where the bee and the butterfly
Vied for each blossom's love.
The marble pillars rose like snow,
Glittering in the sunshine;
A thousand roses shed their breath,
Like incense, o'er the shrine.
And there were censers of perfume,
Vases with their sweet showers,
And wreaths of every blended hue
That lights the summer flowers.
And, like the breathing of those flowers
Made audible, a sound
Came, lulling as a waterfall,
From lutes and voices 'round.
