Zai
The lass from the tree,
She came down to me.
She had soft raven hair,
A beauty so rare.
Into my arms she fell,
On me did cast a spell:
So pretty none compare,
Bewitching smile ensnar’.
I held her close to me,
My love beneath the tree.
Her skin was soft and fair,
She caught me unawares.
The lass from the tree,
She came down to me.
Her soft curves caress’d,
Me under duress.
Landing in my lap,
Be it kiss or slap?
She fell from the sky:
She went down, no lie!
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