I sing of a lady
One adorable as a baby
A lady Who hunts hearts
And mends their broken parts
I sing of a maiden
Whose beauty roots from Eden
With eyes like fireflies
She glows when she smiles
I sing of beauty
Pure, unadulterated beauty
Beautiful angel with no wings
The reason the bird sings
I sing of Adlin
Adlin, the lady; Adlin, the Queen
One who hangs on the hands of time
Hoping that soon the bells will chime
I sing like I have no choice
Longing to hear that soothing voice
Of one, so dear to me
One I long to see
O! Beautiful maiden
O! Beautiful Adlin
You have not the slightest clue
Of how much I miss you!
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