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Her smile is like seeing the sunrise for the first time,
She bears the face of an angel, with lips as sweet as honeysuckle. Her beauty is seen by many, but loved by me, She loves my touch as I love her pleasure. Her body is the book for which I study, She stands before me as I gaze at her unblemished beauty. Her sweet kiss is the drink for which I yearn, She is my wife for whom I love.
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