Light is my sweet, loving words
With faith, I stand my ground,
When I look into your pretty eyes
I behold a warrior, my happiest desire!
You are a delicate bud
For you, I sing and stand
Songs, poetry and lavender perfumes,
My muse, my all to make your joy blossom
Let our happiness flow endlessly, like the swift-flowing river
Let it put smiles on our pretty faces, now and forever
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