Of all things
Mesmerized with your glamour skill
Enchanted by your sweet melodies
Coast to coast
East to West you are the vine sought for
Feed me in your bossom
That I may lay in comfort of your stride
Rosy lips fresh than a blooming rose
Of wild forest you are
In all attest to the wonderful creature
Of all things you are my worth
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