She sang my praises every night and every day
I was the paradigm of intelligence in every way
Swore that I was the true specimen of manliness
Fascinated she was even by my boyish silliness
Told me even hills and valleys jealously would see
That heaven made rapturous praise-songs for me
That I made her heart swell with intoxicating joy
She was twelve and I was just a 13-year-old boy
She was the best praise-singer, a marvelous girl
I eternally sang her praises too but never as well
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