A beauty not mine to hold
Like a beautiful flower in bloom
Her beauty made me swoon
Of fair countenance like snow
A beautiful song, her life in flow
With wide eyes glittering like pearls
A head full of golden locks and curls
A beautiful maiden who I know not
Dances to music and whirls
But her love is anothers to share
A connoiseur of beauty, I stand and stare
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