Sing For The Sake Of It

That woman with the deer velvet skin and of her pears one. Her hair which makes me blush and thus is it variegated, and that infantine fresh air of blue eyes how valuable, dewy, and her loved ones, come and pass by us. Think of this beautiful person, centered the candy it cannot but hungrily take my hand you are taking. And do to wrap it, to grasp Ay, and so, it is sweet. Sing for the sake of it, do to it and say, for the sake of him to see, do to him I am I pray. Maintain thy secret, or of my pride it is by you sweet so I go.