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The sun gets heat from your cute eyes,
The moon cooling from your coral breast
Your harsh words Fair my tears vaporize,
When you lie in silky gown to take rest
You deceive me today do leave me lone
My bitter memories and my poor heart,
Curse you all night when you are gone
I think pretty Rose your true love is tart.
Love like chameleon change at very pace,
The whore’s praise depend on your money,
The early rise and see her powered face,
Hunts the lovers all night with her bunny
Airy your love and cunning eyes me teach,
Do not love any pretty girl now I beseech.
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