Her name is Christina
has anyone seen her,
his dainty and beautiful girl?
Bringing rings for her finger
he's no lovelorn dreamer
such as the lovesongs tell.
They both enjoy dancing
and nights of romancing...
she sings like a nightingale.
He worships Christina
could never deceive her,
lovelight so bright cannot fail.
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