Purist of essence,
Heart made of gold.
Oh sweetest figure,
Tis' my love you hold.
Smiling happiness,
Inside your words.
Creeping giddiness,
Packed inside like a herd.
Lovely warmth,
Through ever-increasing love.
In our tears and crys,
You send me soaring to the sky above.
Heart made of gold.
Oh sweetest figure,
Tis' my love you hold.
Smiling happiness,
Inside your words.
Creeping giddiness,
Packed inside like a herd.
Lovely warmth,
Through ever-increasing love.
In our tears and crys,
You send me soaring to the sky above.


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