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Liqueur Elixir

 

I, breezier wanderer

Do worship her in her fur

The Lovlier,

Curlier,

Rosier,

Creamier,

Cozier fur that is hers

 

Heard in the air was a stir

A murmur of rolling water

Burning of myrrh in a censor

Pouring of liqueur elixir

 

I concur with the spritelier messenger

The gardener harvester Lucifer

A juniper lavender lavisher

Travel on furtherer voyager

 

When the sun shines down on me

I wonder where it is she goes

Far across deep dark sea

Laying there waiting for me

 

I live to adore her

I do naught but serve her

When we are together

I lick her elixir