Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
Have I hurt anybody?
Sipping beauty I enjoy
Alone; I'm fond of beauty,
Married's,maid's or of a coy.
Clear I am; are you muddy?
Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
Why was my heart burning there?
Over my head was the sun .
Standing opp'site to each oth'r,
Reflecting the ray of the sun
To my heart , glowed her mirror.
Beauty is what makes me mad.
I hope, you won't think me bad.
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