Fire Garden
Seeing the garden rage with fire
Oh! the might of her might scream
Only the water from the rod of life can lower that pyre
How a person would be able to smile as her rage becomes a pleasant beam
The water brings the nutrients to her soil.
No longer does it appear to be a scorched earth!
Her humble breasts and legs decrease her tendency for her blood to boil. (decreascendo in tone)
At least it gives the opportunity for a new life to come from her loins in a beautiful birth (rising sharply)
After the rod has made its due, PLEASE kiss the peach
It is the life of the rage and calm
Oh! the ever-loved scent of the peach on the beach
Let it feel our lips to a tasty balm
Protect her like the bear!!!
As she deserves your tender loving care!!!
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