My heart was so free
It roved like the bee
'Till Polly my passion requited;
I sipped each flower,
I changed every hour,
But here every flower is united.
- John Gay
In explanation
Her lips were so near
That - what else could I do?You'll be angry, I fear.
But her lips were so near -
Well, I can't make it clear,
Or explain it to you.
But - her lips were so near
That - what could I do?
- Walter Learned.
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