A rose each day,
To keep your nose away,

A book of many Says,
To keep it on blissful May,

A pair of feathered shoes a day,
To keep the clones at bay,

A silky gown every night,
Paired with a velvet sheet,
But you were to blind to see,
That you were buried,
Buried in thee,
Gold and riches,
To have been forgotten,
And to be forloned,
By thee world.





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