There where every day
Lotus blooms the best;
There where all day
The birds forget their nest;
There where all the prayers;
Before heaven; take their rest;
Is my friend's countenance;
Each sight god graced.
There whose each smile
Equals the gloom;
Of all the groaning ones
Or all red rose perfumes;
Whose charm out weights
The mastepiece called haste;
Is my friend's countenance;
Each sight godly graced
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