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Joy she gives me

Every starry night

And with the moon

Never so bright.

Vivacious and vital

Enchanting is she;

I feel in my heart,

Love – it has to be.

So sweet is her smile,

The blue of her eyes;

Oh, what fair skin!

Clear as can be.

Kissable lips – meant only for me.