She took my hand
She read it brief
I will have a happy land
Far from my belief
Rosy forever I will be
Pleased in my rosy home
That I no one will have to plea
That nothing will be on loan.
My ideal for one
That I wont forever search
May my life forever wine and dine
And sadness in our home not lurch
But what will be, will be
The future will be seen
What rosey things will come of me
Bliss I search from now so keen
She left my hand all read
Happy salty cheeks belonged to me
May it be not sweet poison to me she fed
What will be will be
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