Seasons come and go, winter lies forever,
In my soul she becomes soulmate,
Allurement as if rainbow ever,
Heart leaps up to juxtapose O maid.
You sire hive of silver nitrate,
To healing the wounds of summer,
Would be lucky to have a date,
On pine, you dance like a drummer.
Like an antioxidant winter vibes,
Conformation abide in you, strive hard.
Duke of Bikaner wonder as Disney bard,
Solitude never prevalent, grief hides.
To embrace you, can wait ten thousand years, ,
To make my bride, inject morphine O dove,
Real right to freedom, swear One bears,
My Duchess uprights me, bear spiritual love
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