As I wandered through a garden, its petals budding folds,
A wreath of varied blooms I laid upon my chest.
I scuffled through those beauties to find a tranquil rest,
In a bed of dappled daisies, amid bright marigolds.
A melancholic blue jay lingered in the lights
Which sifted through the leafy heights,
At the end of a playful summer's day.
A lady with a parted mane passed along the way.
I took out my guitar and plucked a nylon string.
She sat in the sun, upon a cloistered seat.
Our spirits were married, wing with wing.
"I am of a royal house," she said in a tone so sweet.
Her name was of rapture, of a redolent stream.
We walked to a sunny nook, and embraced as in a dream.
A wreath of varied blooms I laid upon my chest.
I scuffled through those beauties to find a tranquil rest,
In a bed of dappled daisies, amid bright marigolds.
A melancholic blue jay lingered in the lights
Which sifted through the leafy heights,
At the end of a playful summer's day.
A lady with a parted mane passed along the way.
I took out my guitar and plucked a nylon string.
She sat in the sun, upon a cloistered seat.
Our spirits were married, wing with wing.
"I am of a royal house," she said in a tone so sweet.
Her name was of rapture, of a redolent stream.
We walked to a sunny nook, and embraced as in a dream.
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