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If I wrote you a poem,
Would it win your heart? If I sang you a song, Would you keep us apart? What would you do, If I gave you a ring? If I gave you the world, Would it change a thing? Oh trait’rous heart! Enduring agony for but a moment of sweet rapture! Must you love her so? Find you only anguish Where e’er you may hunt yet in her gaze find you bliss. Oh gentle muse, how you doth bless me with inspiration divine. What beauty doth my tongue proclaim when you through me do speak! Words which make tremble an ord’nary man’s heart. A beautiful expression of sentiments not mine Oh dear muse, how I do for you so burn. Enveloped in your radiance do I find brilliance never known. As more emotions do I monger a panorama indeed does form. Landscapes most handsome do you convey through me. How blessed be I, favored by you, my muse, my love.
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