I don't know that way,
Which goes to her lovely home;
I don't know those colors,
Which she likes very much by own.
I don't know the promises,
She always wants to keep;
I don't know the flowers,
She loves to feel whose fragrances deep.
I don't know the weather,
She enjoys her life most in;
It all is a riddle for me and I am
Engrossed in her thoughts on my life-beach.
I love her more than anyone
She is made for me, I think;
May God bless her always!
I want to be that Queen's King.
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