O my Cuckoo, how easily you say,
"Send me out ofyour heart", without remorse.
You sneaked into my heart by an entry
Without fanfare and shouts of boundless pleasure.
You got in and made it charming with music,
built a palace of wonder to stay
and raised me to the realm of Elysium
to fall and roll in a state of elation.
You are the reigning nonpareil queen there.
I wait for your commands and glancing wand,
to give vent to my warbling songs of love.
Until your rule marvels my ageless heart,
there is no break in wearing laurel wreaths!
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