There’s a girl
Her hairs curl
Her eye’s pearl

She’s sweet when she’s being dear
She’s candid when she’s being clear
She’s nice, when she’s being adored

Someday,
Maybe,
Hopefully;

She’ll see my care
Reciprocate each inch
And, we’ll be darlings

I hope,
I pray,
I seek.

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