Loyalty is your name in this garden of love;
And, i will live to ring the bells of your love always!
To greet the aroma of peace in this garden.
The muse of life,
Time flows when the night falls;
But, you are so sweet like the ice-cream;
And, lovely as the red apple.
The muse of life,
Your love flows like the muse of poetic lines;
Wood, wool!
Shear, hear, ear;
With the muse of your sweet love oh Josephine.
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