Cajole, Cole, Joe, cola, Cola;
To cajole you my love,
But, with the acts of peace and joy!
Leading to the sweet muse of your heart.
Love!
From the four winds of the earth to kiss your lips;
However, things will not always be the same in this life,
Because of the wickedness of mankind.
Love!
To cajole you;
And to overturn many things with servitude and attitude,
Than with the muse of hatred and war.
Love,
You are lovely and i am here to cajole you with the muse of peace;
Reaching out and toucing your heart with the works of the law,
Upon all the pleasant things that life has.
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