The Foreign Lady
Land of a hat mist blue,
long walk home pleasure that be,
Beauty of scent lay of night hint of foreign lady,
Oh my meant of a kiss ,
Like a fragment of sentence I got to walk my self,
Back to beginning to fine print this as art,
Beauty of scent lay of night hint of foreign lady,
This might be the most tall glass but with baggage,
I would like to greet with more then a basket of sweets,
Pleasure of day laugh among a tree lay for a queen,
Snip snap what is the word to describe the finest of art,
Aesthetic in virtue time walk where you are,
Goddess of a queen don’t forget you are,
The foreign lady of my,
Dreams.
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