Thou art my entire world,
My thoughts are not as old;
Thine dazzling eyes art the glorious sun,
That shot me like a machine gun;
Thy smile is the part of gold mine,
Which makest me completely fine;
Thy neck is the gate of royal,
Where only I fill my precious fuel;
Thee art my gorgeous wise girl,
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