I often tend to think of you
No matter were I be
A pleasant thought upon the mind
So enthrall'd I am with thee
Though thy heart is taken
I still muse a dream
That your danity hand I hold
Thus let no anger come to bare
Whilst thoughts of thee unfold
Your lovely smile tis a heavenly gift
When feeling down can my spirits lift
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