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My life became a song and dance,
When Iris spoke in her musical tone,
When I first saw her in her stance
My life reached a decisive milestone.
My life got an important bookmark,
When the message came from Denmark.
My life will become the rainbow arc,
When Iris will come into my park.
I long for Iris in my garden of bliss,
Feeling her in my touch to every flower,
The soil is there, here is the seed,
What needs be is a single shower.
Sun, moon and stars in her wet hair,
With a kiss make me mortal and fair.
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