The White Sister

The white wings of the graceful monarch
Tell me sweet secrets of love
He said, she said, but it’s all
The word is spread from me to the one she fancies
She learns and fretts
With Sheer Calm, I tell her

The White Sister made me do it

Grins sweep across their sweetheart faces
The soft blush of the lovers appears
They both know he fancies her back

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