She is a flake of gold in the dust;
She is perfect in contour and form;
She is perfect in contour and form;
She is cultured and moral and just;
She is the mending when time is torn.
She is the cinder burning so bright;
She is brought from the depths azure;
She is a scepter piercing the night;
She is the greenest of dew-laden pasture.
She is the cinder burning so bright;
She is brought from the depths azure;
She is a scepter piercing the night;
She is the greenest of dew-laden pasture.
She is one who manifests love;
She is such strength as I toil and tarry;
She is the one with whom my father is proud of;
She is the one with whom I shall marry.
She is the one with whom I shall marry.
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