If once I doubted you, it's all my fault for I wronged you, it did me not exalt If I lit your spirit but failed your verve your heart of roses I wish to deserve Oh symbol of grace I not did acclaim viva your energy that stays the same Your regal heart ever I'll humbly date If still I acquaint myself with my fate Your seed - our seed, I'll forever baby To feel death can foil me is a maybe I've won her who comes benedictory who'll buoy me up to romp to victory I cite her who'll wear my decorations Her life, into mine, instils sensations I guess I'll rework the senses of love for I've uncovered many on my dove Her Majesty, the pictures are on you All, my eyes enfold, every time anew
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