Southern comfort
Shine, my sweet, shine,
spread your rays far away;
maybe you could have been mine
had the Lord heard my pray.
Smell, my sweet, smell;
my lips still remember your taste;
I would drink love from your well
if I were now on his place.
Bloom, my sweet, bloom;
may your fragrance rise high;
may it reach Good`s room
and make drunk angels on the sky.
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