Literature
Salome, Salome
Salome, Salome,
with shining black hair,
sweet perfumed ringlets
you toss in the air,
come dance for me, daughter,
in bright silk and gold
in bright silk and gold --
so young, and I old.
Salome, Salome,
with shining black hair,
sweet perfumed ringlets
you toss in the air.
Salome, Salome,
with shining black hair,
and soft skin like milk,
and eyes that just dare,
what does your mother whisper
to make you grow bold,
to make you grow bold,
so young, and I old --
Salome, Salome,
with shining black hair,
and soft skin like milk,
and eyes that just dare.
Salome, Salome,
with shining black hair,
so innocent, so wanton,
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