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Alone in vanity
an Heir brushed , swathed
in the day wrapped fragrant
by cooing doves lilac strands
perched high and proud
light rays beam, colour streaks
adorns the one vanity speaks
ever beside tiers statue in life
ruffle the plumage tarry naught
sayeth the frog aside in the dark
yellow bells ring sympathy, to thee
for thou will croak before I
never knowing, true doves cry
only warbles at Your feet
as I see it, in bliss I sit
awaiting my one princess kiss
tender to the night song, shining
bright as a new dawn, whispering
screamed chants upon wiles of the hour
holding baby's breath and the other hand
but tell to me O bird of preen
how long can one bake in that sun
in the day wrapped fragrant
by cooing doves lilac strands
perched high and proud
light rays beam, colour streaks
adorns the one vanity speaks
ever beside tiers statue in life
ruffle the plumage tarry naught
sayeth the frog aside in the dark
yellow bells ring sympathy, to thee
for thou will croak before I
never knowing, true doves cry
only warbles at Your feet
as I see it, in bliss I sit
awaiting my one princess kiss
tender to the night song, shining
bright as a new dawn, whispering
screamed chants upon wiles of the hour
holding baby's breath and the other hand
but tell to me O bird of preen
how long can one bake in that sun
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