Oh ye rosebud
so beautiful and moist
As your roots tangle amongst others
on to you mine body foist.
Thee cannot await your smell
now you are a beautiful bluebell
We must hurry before autumn arrives
we have to do it before the suns arrise.
As i take your hand
in holy matrimony
the doves all sing
in perfect harmony.
Oh ye bluebell
once beautiful and moist
i await you once more
for now i cant foist.
For now thee will party
and try to waste time
for when i reach heaven
you will be mine.
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