She had beautiful golden hair
when i was in her presence
i could not help but stare
she was different than all my
other mates, but how i would like
to take her on a few dates
she was very beautiful, and thats
why her mates thought i wasnt
suitable
i shall love her till the day i
die her grave is in my garden
and there she may lie
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