Esoteric Bowl

Cupid’s arrow forever to miss
until I saw her face;
Thought that it would always be like this,
Cupid’s arrow forever to miss;
Then I felt the bliss
in her warm embrace;
Cupid’s arrow forever to miss
until I saw her face.

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