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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