Having watched pretty things,
With magic in their wings,
Flying at human height,
Touching eyes like a light,
Getting inside very deep,
With a pleasant soul peep,
Then my eyes smile,
Making heart juvenile,
And I say to myself,
Put book in the shelf,
Watch beauty an’ sacrifice,
Your self, may be nice,
I then sing like a dove,
I am now in love.

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