You sigh like a jazz nightingale,
Youre sweet as a croissant,
And bouquet,
With your hands upon the petals,
And crescents,
of your hips,
Within stillness, youre swaying,
As fine as can be,
And our love parts the midnight clouds,
When you sway,
Youre even lovelier,
Than an evening rose,
And I love you,
Simply and ethereally,
Love you lovely lady,
With all of the flowers in the gardens,
To sway...
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