Miriam and Florian
When no one's around
Long black curls
And small white pearls
Together found
Lovers drowned
Miriam loved Florian
And his white horse
She thinks of them
Especially when the line of force
Takes it's course
Florian loved Miriam
Her reddish brown
He thinks of her smelling myrrh and
Her reddish brown
When he went down

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