Your face,
What do they call it,
Do you know?
The moon.
Your lips,
What do they,
Do you know?
Pink roses.
Your cheeks,
What do they call it,
Do you?
Appleyish.
My mistress, let me, let me see you
Before I go away,
Let me, let me view you, my love
Before I go away.
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