divine beauty
infinite grace
beauty untold in your eyes and face
trusting me and me alone
you take my hand
and proceed to stand
on your own two feet again
Smiling bright under sweet moonlight
your beauty shows as the moon glows
O` how your beauty doth grow
calling to me in white hot passion
yet running from me
with in a fleet heart`d fashion
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