once upon a time there was a girl
more precious than gold or a pearl
wheneva she met wid sweet jesture
my mind floated in dizzy rapture
like da singing skylark of shelley
over da high hills and green valley
she was da sonnet of a sonnetier
eva enchanting than pieces of shakespear
her pritty presence made me spelbound
that a fairy healed my inner wound
her thought nourished me fine
as i had taken da old holly wine
she was my play she was my pray
whimsically wished on a lonely day
ya once upon a time there was a girl
more precious than gold or a pearl
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