RHEA OH RHEA

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Rejoice, my heart, and sing!

Heaven sends you a blessing.

Even the angels celebrate;

A pretty lady they adulate.

Oh Rhea, the heaven's gift,

Hold my heart gone adrift.

Red flowers grow and bloom;

Hummingbirds fly and roam;

Even butterflies fly in haste,

And nectar they all taste.

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