Her beauty is now laid bare.
Lips red as rose,
Swan-like pose,
Her skin is soft and fair.
She's grace personified.
Obsidian hair,
And evening wear,
Her name I've never tried.
I hear you warn me,
She's like the rest
Yet not the same.
Though I am in mourning
That I'll never test
This obsidian beauty's name.
Lips red as rose,
Swan-like pose,
Her skin is soft and fair.
She's grace personified.
Obsidian hair,
And evening wear,
Her name I've never tried.
I hear you warn me,
She's like the rest
Yet not the same.
Though I am in mourning
That I'll never test
This obsidian beauty's name.
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