Days of may, or April wine...
Air as freshened by yee, thine.
Hold on softly as by choice...
Happy heart does well rejoice.
Beauty's face does well adorn...
T'will you be my happly instilled
Smiling, loving reborn-morn'.
Does heart do welcome
This love so far...
Forever more, you'll be
my star.
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