The hair loosened on your shoulder
That makes each heart say "go and hold her"
The eyes are a temple of beauty
Looking them is a lovely duty
The nose is apt, like a sculpture
A perfect one, and just not a structure
The lips are small and yet they give a call
"for you girl, every boy would fall"
That makes each heart say "go and hold her"
The eyes are a temple of beauty
Looking them is a lovely duty
The nose is apt, like a sculpture
A perfect one, and just not a structure
The lips are small and yet they give a call
"for you girl, every boy would fall"
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