The Beauty

Tis her eyes are flaming like the heat of superb reflection Tis her glowing hairs, Tis her strange teeth Tis her cute little voice She's the apple of Aphrodite's eyes, and dancing into gladness And concubine strikes her passion was being prisoned for a flesh for two Doth the siren knocks the eye of the beauty thine inside She dances and dances and fell By the hands of tsar Twas they laughing and drinking And drinking for more For she a woman with no respect But has thy beauty of boon and grace She have a faith.. She hymn a dramatic tone.. The day starts at one And after a day or two.. She solemnly swear And believing that thy sun never runs out of light..