Merry moments and dancing flute,
Treading she as a bride,
The gown a floral one.
Hark! The swan song,
Words oozing as water,
Writes when from heart.
Oh! Withered lips, freight skin,
Hath bewitched by a devil,
Such a fear gripped mind,
Yet his love a soothing touch.
Merrily she piped a pipe,
Unheard what she sings,
Though sweeter by her pipe.
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