I can assure
Her innocent pleasure,
When I make a space at her
To think her wills to share.
Try to read her
Wills even she doesn't rear,
Try to quantify her
How much innocence she bears.
I often make her
Same innocent pleasure
On my face in spare,
Though it appears not somewhere
Her innocent pleasure
Stays in her ever,
Even she feels not care
Even she feels happy anywhere.
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