The sweetest jasmine will touch the shame
The moon will dim, die behind the clouds
Sun has grace but it's exhaled
It's no wonder she has 'em all
From Joyous daybreaks to end long nights
I'm always being kept hyptonized.
Due to her silvery tone I'm spell bound
To hear her call me not by my name
I praise her eyes; I praise her face
Sweeter than a rose, softer than a wool.
Her dark ebony hair and lovesome fair mien
She's baptized as "Angel Grace"
For My Maker, I swear a royal word :
"She's so complete than a beautious day"
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