See!
To the west;
With the muse of the sky.
With the word, 'yes', written up high!
12: 12 at noon.
Clark, lark, ark!
With the ultimate paradise in mind;
And, with the muse of love and babies.
True love!
Very wonderful;
With the muse of the secretary and,
The telegraphs at hand.
Talents!
Intents,
To read through your letters and,
To watch the sky;
12: 12 at noon,
With the word, 'yes', written up high.
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