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She's my bright fresh flower and I love her
She's a soul born in this world divine
There's a Roman ancestor behind her
I say goodnight
Sweet child of mine
She's my bright fresh flower and I dream her
I wake in her to find the world sublime
Never could be bothered with mathematics
I say count me
Sweet child of mine
She's my bright fresh flower and I hold her
Tenderly as if I am a spine
Every time I feel myself I mold her
I say goodnight
Sweet child of mine
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