The Assassin II
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Candlelight, expensive wine,
A lady of a beauty rare,
Looking in her gown so fine.
Surely love is in the air.
She raises her glass to her lips.
Her gold-flecked green eyes smile at you.
Her breasts, the soft curves of her hips,
she is too good to be true.
You feel a faintness in your head
And you wonder as you fall
Although her glass and her lips met,
Did she really drink at all?