A lady as beautiful as the sun
Truelly more but no real way to measure
To cease war,hit the hay and drop the gun
For you i fight and for you i cease war
The ship you have set sail is ironic
For men will fight and die in your honor
Death of the young and worthy to wed,chronic
Alive and well I stand here to woe you
Within seconds I see your beauty fade
Nature has cursed your soul with sights for two
No man before you adequately laid
To see beauty past the skin is true
To be average is to not be blue
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