She hops on.
And there starts to build a bridge
Something says, it's only a loan;
She'll soon be gone.
But I thought, if so it be,
I must let this butterfly be.
I've heard donkeys bray
So, I said I must say.
I might never see you again
But I should say,
You got gain!
Those lusciously pretty eyes!
You're beautiful: all I want to say.
I pray I don't exagerate
Like the first impression's rate.
I don't know you in short
Whether your journey is long or short
Stay beautiful, Miss!
Kisses and bliss!
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