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She is the promise of all majestic fame
She was born to sleep beside the sand
She tosses and turns, she is never the same
She runs with majic, hand in hand.
Her nightmares bring out the gray
She moans and thrashes in her gloom
Her fright brings nightime to the day
She posesses the power of doom.
But when she is calm in the day
She can at last live up to her duty
To serenely pass the years away
She is the portrait of true beauty.
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 kakushigoto22 · Sun May 27, 2007 @ 05:51pm · 1 Comments |
