You're my right hand, comradely, and so kind.
I wrote your handsome name on the hill and in the sand.
You're a part of my body, ah, a cute muscle.
A song of dawn, along with you, I'm going to vineland.
Oh! the oriental sun, the king of this blue circle.
Through your being is my sublime and graciousness.
You're keen and merciful, and your love is unconditional.
Oh, please always withstand me whenever I decline.
My delight, O! rising wind, and, ah, a poetic mind.
I admit the loveliness lies in your guiding light.
In the majestic pines, I've met a blue coral
Aye, its current has smitten this spirit for tonight.
At this time, I have to you a swelling pride.
And so, let it ride, let it ride, and let it ride.
With your mystic life style, aww, shales melt inside.
Whoever choose to accompany you will always inspire honor.
It's your high artistic treat that nests inside me.
Ah, I run behind your shade, my bright hue,
By the quickest route, in the flashing light, by swan
Island to have my opening night with you.
Through your amazing sofi-orbital flight inside you
My lonely heart may mature more glories then.
Again, might be more polite before your angelic
Knees, thus pour lors, more glourious O! My love, please!
I saw bouquets of bonnie roses, of clean valley's
In your yard, offer a few to me, vernal breeze.
I have no beauty or perfume of
extreme values,
It may heal the pain, and I will feel valued.
Among these plum trees, Sir! I do see my dreams.
One by one of my past that have moved away
Once these had surrounded me,
Ah, the sun stream's
Over the leafy greens and golden dew, glitters
To the flowers of the early hours, as I walk away
On the village subways, along with I do see
Your sweetest shade, that's truly ours,
Giving alms to all those who cry for...
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