Purple lavenders neatly wrapped,

The flower vendor sprays his secret

Lovey-dovey fragrant spray on it. 

Clay attaches his heartfelt note 

And gets going on the boat. 

Crossing the lake that particular night, 

Felt like crossing the ocean. 

But the Mangata paved his way,

And he couldn't wait to see May. 

The boat finally touches the ground. 

Clay reaches the ...

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