When the sun falls down,
And the sky is kissed by the moon,
I lay awake on my bed,
Dreaming of my beloved.
She is as fragrant as rose,
Her hair is jet black falls,
Her eyes resemble fish,
Her voice is as sweet as thrush.
If pondering of her could give me shivers,
How would it be to lie beside her?
She is an earthly angel,
My beloved, dearest girl!
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