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Oh! little pink and white god of love, / With your tender smiling mouth, / And eyes as blue as the blue above, / Afar in the sunny south.
No army e'er laid so many low / Or wounded so many hearts, / No mighty gunner e'er wrought such woe / As you with your feathered darts.