I was once long to see a fair maiden

I was once long to see a fair maiden
in she my heart abides
every single minutes are a precious
to check of her constrains

She will sing her lovely duet songs
alone, in her lovely house
every time I glances at her
my heart does a goldfish leap!

I was once long to be with she
when she cries, it is my crisis near
the time when she throw up
yesterday's salad and steak

I was once long seen a fair maiden
in my heart her features impress
she folds my heart into a heart
It looks better that way, she says.

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