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I know from where the breeze is coming,
It comes from Ohio touching your cheek,
Therefore my heart is to you soon fleeing,
In worldly dins my poor love you seek
When the breeze comes from the sky,
They my pretty mistress’ hair dewdrops,
All the rivers filled with water and die
All earthly creatures rains not stops
Cupid steels your beauty and grace,
All jungle deer follow your dancing gait,
Your blazing eyes cowards cannot face,
All jealous when you give me a date
Your pink breasts when I suck in my kip,
How much crazy is my pretty Rose Grip?
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