I once beheld the village belle,
Singing in the mustard fields,
Or passing by, on country roads,
Along the poplar trees,
Enchanting as spring's freshest flowers,
Her brown hair highlighted by the sun,
Or wet,with the sweetness of rain,
Beauty,in my sight,was only one,
Embedded is her image in my mind,
For all the places that I traveled to,
Through sunny days or hues of blue,
With all the goodness that life had to offer,
I rejected each and every proffer,
Because,her parity,I could never find,
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