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Artistic inspiration,
Where upon a pillow pink In his mansion on the hill, The rolls parked for show The ribbons tied in tiny bows With a rose scented to delight, Pretty boy popinjay lazing in a robe Dreaming voluptuous thoughts onerous. Will my date be late serving the champagne Stroking my back and neck with a sweet kiss, Why not a toast in chrystal glasses ubiquitous From the decanter with silver patterns engraved, Placed all over for a sign of how rich I live my life. My body beautiful displayed the bride soon married In the main banquet room reserved for the famous, Bowing down low in rows to praise me here Dancing on the golden tiles to my room. Succinct to say briefly expressed My sincere love to dream of you A prognosticate love in haste, How will you love me dearly My robe the satin gown. Parties for the famous Dark curtains drawn With a bribe tonight, The light too bright Fallacious error, Hiding away My mistake, So sorry Barry Cannot marry you.
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