Mildstorm

From your lips darts loveliness, flowers from your face,

Love fires from both your eyes, your hands shoot music’s grace.

With your looks you rob their sight, their ears you stop with song.

Poor men! Pursued from every side, the hunt will not last long.

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朱唇滴秀色，桃颜绽花朵，

巧手撒乐韵，双眸流爱火。

顾盼夺眼球，吟唱止耳膜。

猎手齐相逐，逍遥时不多。

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