She who summons those songbirds with ease
- will be - in each life - much too good for me;
- though, - a mean, mannish boy can dream
- bout' those eyes that shimmer an' gleam.
                                Yay!
Tis' early April - an' I've proven myself a fool
- for I'm dreaming bout' that glimmering jewel.
                               Nay!
The things I do dream : they may not ever be
- but I refuse ta' let my blind eyes know they can't see.
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So -- even still - I continue to dream
- an' stay, so ignorantly, full o' glee.
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*I am, but, a fool.
Yay - one who'll
 - stay adoring
 - that glimmering jewel
- o' a human being.