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BEYONCÉ
ОглавлениеQueen B, thy honeyed tones and sweet melisma
Doth slay such other loves as I have faced.
Thou mad’st me swoon with thy onstage charisma
And laugh with joy when thou Goldmember graced.
Thou chartest thy career in steps judicious,
Thy beauty could defeat the wit of Shelley.
Whene’er I see thy body bootylicious
I think myself unready for this jelly.
But pray do not pretend thou lovest Jay-Z
When all the watching world can sense the rift.
Say not thou stand’st by — and the thought dismays me —
The churl thy sister twatted in a lift!
Take thou my heart, or else thou hast beguiled
The world of love, and of our destined child.