lip

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; 🔊

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: 🔊

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: 🔊

My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; 🔊

I moved my lipsthe Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; 🔊

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