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Ah, my lord such gentleman
smiling graceful poet bard.
Stringing pearls of the heart
with sweets of comfort heaven.
Grin be mine, as you tease
to grasp of something hard.
Fine be you to pleasure please
that would embrace my arms.
To firmly grasp, with my stroke
and rise thy coronation's crown.
Is duty cast, with my hope
to erect occasions sound.
Sterling tower of lengthy hint
beguiles this lady's silken sigh.
No finer taunt of lovers scent
that sate my love to lie.
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