I have forgotten all I knew before
To you, my precious, there is so much more!
You’re pure and fresh to love and to admire
Your divine beauty can’t go any higher
You’re like a rose-bud waiting to unclose
And very soon you’ll be the glory-rose
I pray for you to stay so young and free
I pray your blossom to be meant for me
Your beauty in full bloom I’ll make you mine -
To take the thing which’s mine is not a crime!
I’ll take you off this body for our wedding bells
We’ll be the one, my love, my Queen of smells!
The Queen of Smells Aria of Grenouille
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