Irene, she’ll digress
Roses will cure her pain,
A Cinderella dress, will make her love again.
A sweet candlelight dinner,
Enchanté, Bordeaux red wine,
flowing like a river.
With grace, she‘ll ignore the mess,
Shes Just a pretty face, on the reign
All untrue, but let’s fuel the flame
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