Take me down to your river
I want to get free with you
he is a cool poet
that I see in my head
large in stature
and beautiful dreads
to earn his love
a story I would write
he would sing to me
a song of his love and devotion
I'm open to maybe
marry him someday
I would be his bride
and in his heart I will stay
I pray that he would never leave me lonely
if he need a shoulder to lean on
his heart I would soothe
as he swim in my river
and paint me in the nude
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