The sweet young girl on the desk
Curling down her wavy hair
Her lips stitched from the finest red
Now grown into enchantment itself
Eyes silver, wild and true
With long traces of rarest gold
Her laughter, the chime of bells
Her fragance, the salty ocean
Her actions are that from her big heart
Beauty is her nature and her alone
Like snow for sorrowful longing faces
And true joy in a child's smile
And true joy in a child's smile
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