Love the love, my love
These tulips are growing, engraving fragrance
Kiss the bliss, young dove
Peculiarity shall not pass

A deer passed the street in front
Joining logs and green tall trees
The passion and the opera that you should confront
Story wielder, this street lamp is amazingly passionate

Shivering in this booth
Cold winds strikes the summer days
Rendering chimes and melancholy to soothe
And windmills and a boat on Leiden canal enchant that beautiful lady in red

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