My Love is beautiful as day— My Love is very fair: The gold gleam of the sunset ray Has nestled in Her hair. The gold that in the Sun is set Is all the gold that She will get; I love Her well. But yet .... but yet .... My Round Rupee is greasy, dim— More light than He should be; Some bunnia must have 'sweated' Him Before He came to me. All things that 'neath the Sun are set I know my round Rupee can get; I love Him well. But yet .... but yet ....
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