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By Mysteriousone07 Date: 2003 Apr 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.09.20.26.28827]] |
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Thine eyes are almost like the sun Thy lips are red like a coral I have seen roses from red and white And I see in thy cheeks full red With music hath a far more pleasing sound Not compare to thy voice indeed I grant to thee I would never let him slip through my fingers Yet never let my love I hath for thee And thee to me By heaven I think my love as rare But as ask of thee Where art thou heart lies? |