I LAY DOWN ON MY LONELY BED, DRESSED IN DOUBT...
THE BEAUTY OF HER FACE, SEIZED MY THOUGHT......
BEAUTIFUL AS THE MORNING SUN RISING OVER A BLUE SEA... WHAT A CREATURE SO PERFECTLY SHAPED BY THE MASTER POTTER..

SOUND THE DRUMS OF CELEBRATION...
BLOW THE TRUMPET OF LOVE...
SAY TO THE BEAUTY GODDESS, BE GLAD FOR THY BEAUTY HAS ENSLAVED THE PRINCE OF LOVE..
FILL THE STREETS WITH ROSE AND GIVE US YOUR BEST SONG...
SET THE TABLES WITH EXPENSIVE WINE AND DRESS MY BRIDE ON SILK APPAREL...

BUT ITS ALL IN MY LONELY WORLD...
LOST IN THOUGHT FULL OF MIRAGE...
BEMUSED, COULD THIS BE EVER REAL? ONLY TO BE WELCOMED BACK BY HER PRECIOUS CALL..

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