  I’d love to know Your real full name. ’Twould be pleasure to write Your beauty and fame. I’d write on the value Of you in which I hold, Why it could ne’er be bought With Rockefeller’s gold. Indeed you’re a blessing From the heavens above, And all would be bright If I had your love. And while sweet breezes blow Over life’s rough way, I could sit and write your name In my humble essays. |
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