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..
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