She has a kind of purity, innocence,
and her sheer loveliness at times makes her glow,
as something precious with a evanescence,
to her the gods did a kind of grace bestow,
shining golden as the sun every tress
does twirling their soft sheer gentleness express,
as constantly she acts very eloquent;
together we are until the night is spent.
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