My lips will pour forth praises to you!
Because of your beauty;
But one's memory on this love is like a continuous flow.
Flatter, latter, late, rate, at let, later, tar, rat, ear, era, flat, fat, tear, fear!
You smiled while it was still in your mouth;
But the wondrous works of love needs the peace of the mind,
And like the colours that make up the rainbow.
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