They call me crazy woodworking lady
She shines with her love in the air.
Away she sinks to her vittles' heart,
Scorning to call her slow tongue free,
Purer than blissful blush at morn!
Away thou fringe of pleasant eyes
Around thy foot slow fool of hearts,
Making thy stature like this arrow.
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