Id paint the city pink in one run,
or paint it red, at your command
Id pick the sun off the sky,
and steal the moon when you cry
Id play you a concerto as sweet as it goes,
till the night ends and you doze
Id ask you why you're feeling down,
and buy you a pretty summer gown
Id gladly knock into a tree,
while glancing at mesmerising,thee
Id bring you bouquets of sanguine rose,
and rub in camomile scents, to soothe the nose
Id brighten your day, with lovely mails
all to keep you on your tail
Id treat you to vintage wine and Bailey's,
or send you millions a bottle of whiskey
Id give you praises of what you wore that day
listen and appreciate what you had to say
Id do almost anything for you,
so would you be my dear
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