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After dressing up when my Lady dries hair,
All belles become jealous and fairies dance,
Your beauty spreads in upper hemisphere,
Two locks on coral breast beauty enhance
Your moony eyes make the beaus erotic,
Your pink breasts cleave the lovers’ hearts,
Your silky thighs make the gallant sick,
All gay when smiling my lovely love starts
Light, long and cute my mistress’s shin,
When you touch my red, red lovely cheek,
So Cupid does try her face- beauty to win,
All false lovers in the Park you always seek.
Listen to your pretty voice in the music of rills,
All know your lovely being rests in daffodils.
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