The deers are on watch
Along the streets corner
Bold and shameless together
There he will set his catch.
He find one good in her oath
I will protect your closed eyes
She says, you know nuns don't lie
Please let me warm up your coat.
When all is ended with a smile
And that very night has past
He's reduced just to naught
Till a mere biscuit, he can't buy.
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