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His colossal beauty I shall ever praise Hide me o'

His colossal beauty
I shall ever praise
Hide me o' where
I'm not found 
for days. I want to do to you,
What spring does to cherries.
His colossal beauty
I shall ever praise
Hide me o' where
I'm not found 
for days. I want to do to you,
What spring does to cherries.