The moment I saw her face
I fell into a trance
On her hair was a white lace
And in the prettiest way, she gave me a glance

From top to bottom, she was dressed in Silk
She looked like an angel, but without wings
Disguised - just like a bottle of milk
like a a lovely little nightingale she sings

And from then on, I've only been
thinking of the milky angel
I've been searching for, but no one has seen
The silky, milky angel of my dreams
 
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