Serenading smile
Upon thee dreary soul
How doth thy play and dance
When all your secrets do I know
Nay, you never spoke them
Not in words at least
But knowledge comes in many forms
From other senses none the least
But worry not dear lovely one
For your lies from me shall not leak
Now a goal I do possess
To make you smile truly in glee
And cast away such melancholy memories
That drowned your weary soul
And led you here to me
 
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