Oh beautiful red roses
Please tell her one thing
Flowers are a waste on her
On a full moon night especially.
She is my fair lady
A jewel amongst the dust
Her charm works like magic
She's a Rubik's cube that I can't readjust.
I like her enough
to resemble her
to the goddess or to the thee,
Because such Fair, Gracious
and Beautiful Girl seems perfect to me.
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