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King Midas took delight / In golden vessels bright, / And yellow bars of ore he found most fair; / But he had never seen / The dancing, glancing sheen / Of sunlight on your dark and fragrant hair.
His wealth could buy him wine / Made from the purple vine / And sweet as all the blossom-breathing South; / But he could never slake / His thirst, nor ease the ache / Of his hot lips at your love-pliant mouth.