Mount Malindang calleth me, it showeth me mine queen is there She resteth up upon the greenery, picturesque perfect, I stare; Inside the emulsion picture, her smile paint's the walls with red Red for the love she engulf's me in, as roses align her sloped bed.
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Sketched on is her hairdo, beehive swathed, fairy tale written Her wing's hath Baguette's, as tis the Baguette's art from heaven; Comely she supplyeth, a king's every need's, as tis amour' we feed Companied she warm's me, swarms me, ourn amare to all leak's.
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Concourse of the multitude, gathering beneathe ourn sloped hut Ourn roof may be a little leaky, though ourn affection wilt fill up; As tis we our a abode to ourselves, no straw mansion needed A Convocation of cheribum watcher's, protect us in rainy season.