From the first day when I beheld you,
My vision blessed,
Never will my song fade
Or relinquish my quest;
To follow in verse your beauty,
For my artist will create mightier notes than this,
As my trumpet blows,
A dazzling flame for love,
Burns my candle bright:
My rose of paradise.
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