The Pretty Pretty Pretty

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The pretty pretty pretty,
O dear pretty,

Who deceived me like,
The full moon lit sky,

Your face shines like the evening sun.
Your hair tint golden
As the sun lit the clouds in the dusk.

Your love flows as a stream
From the mountains to the endless ocean

Your eyes glitz like a shining star
When you look up on me

Your cloths as white and soft
As the clouds sweeping the mountains

Your smile falls on me
As a drizzling time.

O pretty pretty
Loving to be your beloved
Here the humble needy

Bentin P Gnananesan