Wait till you see her,
see how she looks,
wait till you hear her laugh.
Painters of paintings,
writers of books,
never could tell the half.
Wait till you fill
the warmth of her glance,
pensive and sweet and wise.
All of it lovely,
all of it trilling,
I'll never be willing to free her.
When you see her
you won't belive your eyes,
you won't belive your eyes.
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