O Caroline, O Annabel
O Caroline,
Your lips are so divine.
That, I wish I were the rose,
You kissed and left for the crows.
For, flawless I would be beneath the tip,
Of your sweet tasting lip.
O Caroline, answer me or is that even your name,
Or did you change it to Annabel, just to put this love ever rising to shame.
O Caroline, O Annabel,
Whichever is fine, as long as my heart doesn’t dwell.
On this Rose you kissed and left to decay,
To the beaks of these, crows to sway away.
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