Berry, Berry, On The Vine
P Patti Masterman
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Berry, berry on the vine
I'll pluck you for my valentine;
Her lips more red than your plump face,
To kiss them would no heart disgrace.
Berry, berry on the vine
To stain her lips would be divine;
And on my hands will leave a trace
Of the rarest beauty's taste.
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